After the harvest was over and the canning was done, winter signaled the time for Mama to begin quilting again. I remember her piecing together some of the most intricate designs. An artist with a needle and thread, she made some of the most beautiful quilts.

Once Mama had pieced together the quilt top, Daddy would set up the wooden “saw horses” in front of the living room windows. There, I would find her early of a winter morning, focused on her work…one tiny stitch at the time…creating the wonderful quilts that would keep her family warm for years to come.

 

Sadly, the quilts arranged in the chair aren’t Mama’s.  It’s just a photograph I purchased.  I wish I had thought long ago to take photographs of Mama’s beautiful quilts.  

2 Comments

  1. CrossView

    I love homemade quilts. They truly are works of art. I’ve often wanted to learn how to “quilt” – but the time hasn’t been right, yet.

  2. SouthernHeart

    I agree…they are definitely a work of art and one that has actually made a “comeback” and I’m glad! Thanks for writing!

    Blessings,
    Dianne

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