“When we make something it holds more than just the materials we use.” This is what Miss Henrietta says in Flights of Fancy, Crow Johnson Evan’s book of short stories, essays and novellas. As Miss Henrietta weaves a memory rug, she explains only good things can be discussed while making it. Bad thoughts mustn’t be braided into the rug.
I love this idea. Miss Henrietta put into words what I’ve always thought. I love old things with a history and a soul and a memory.
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When I was eight years old, Nana made me a quilt. My turtle quilt. If our house was on fire or hit by an unlikely tsunami, it would be one of the first things I would grab. If our house was attacked by zombies or aliens, I would hide under it.
For forty-two years and two days, the quilt has been with me. It traveled from the farm in Arkansas to college in Waco to Dallas where it now lives. It’s my Linus blanket.
the cotton crop…
Staci and me…
Momma…
Uncle Rex and Frances…
what pie to cook for Papa that night…
the weather…
her sisters and brothers…
cleaning house…
the irises growing around the trees in the front yard…Those thoughts now live as memories sewed into my quilt.
A memory quilt is a good thing, a precious thing. A turtle, memory quilt is even better. What love went into every stitch. Your Mom
Our daughter Allison has a memory quilt that was made by her great grandmother. Things like memory quilts are very important; they help you remember loved ones and family. Every room in our 100 year old home has things that were in the homes of our great grandparents, grandparents and parents. All of these are very important, and help us keep them with us in our everyday lives. Your quilt that you’ve taken with you through life brings memories of your family with you no matter where you are! Hopefully our children will find memory quilts just as important.
Precious memories!
Awesome, though some might want a little rebuttal time about cleaning house!
Nice. I’ve always wanted to make a memory quilt. I’ve been keeping the scraps for almost 30 years. One day I’ll learn to sew.
This one truly touched me. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent laying in the floor under my grandmother and mother’s quilting frame. In fact my mother just stopped quilting about 5 tears ago. I must admit that I hated it when she stopped. When I moved back home after college briefly she insisyed that I learn how to do it. I know how nowm but I’m not very good at it. Quilts are heirlooms to be cherished. I count mine among my most prized posessions. Thanks for reminding me of some great memories!
Thank you Robin. Nana never taught me how to quilt, but she tried to teach me how to crochet. I was never good at it, I only crocheted long rows:)) I have been thinking lately about taking up knitting.
What a beautiful tribute!
What a blessing to have memories to hold!