
The Quilt of Life
“I’m so sorry, Grandma,” the young man said. “My dog climbed on my bed, and chewed the quilt you made for me. Can you replace the damaged squares?” His grandmother took the quilt in her hands, studied it, and then said, “I’ll repair the damaged squares, but I won’t replace them. Part of what’s special about quilts is their history.”
Sure enough, 20 years later, long after the dog had passed on, the man said, “Grandma was right. When I see my quilt now, with the repaired squares, I remember my beloved dog.”
This delightful story was told by Linda Wentzler, Manager of Village Quilts, of the small Amish town of Intercourse, Pennsylvania where Larry and I recently visited with my brother David and sister-in-law Jane. We also met Lorraine Zimmerman, quilting by hand, a lovely, exquisitely-designed quilt.
Lorraine charmed us with her thoughts on the meaning of quilts…not just the art and history of them, but the philosophy of re-using vintage fabrics from clothing of our own and from that of the people we love.
The quilt Grandma Holey made for me brings back warm memories of my childhood. There are squares of checkered pink-and-blue cotton—from the only matching dresses my sister Twila and I ever had…sewed by our mother. There are squares from the flared, lavender, princess-style dress I wore for the graduation concert of my high school choir. And there is the blue dotted Swiss I wore on a date with Larry.
The photos show Larry’s heirloom quilt made by Great-grandmother Burns, and my quilt made by my Grandmother Thena Western Holey. On November 21, the Langhorne Council of the Arts, here in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, is sponsoring a “Gathering of Quilts,” not only to commemorate vintage quilts, like Larry’s and mine, but also exciting, creative, modern-day quilters or the area.
Our grandmothers probably never heard the phrase “Go Green!” but in many ways they were very “green.” In fact, their carbon footprints were so small, by today’s standards, they were microscopic. Our grandmothers bought items sparingly and re-used them whenever and as long as possible. They didn’t use hundreds of plastic bags a year, like most of us, and many probably never heard of Styrofoam.
And fabric? They designed, sewed, used, re-used, and handed-down their own clothing and that of their husbands and children. And when the clothing became ripped or out-dated, they didn’t throw the fabric away. They cut it up, stitched it together, and made quilts from it. Amazing quilts. Soft and comforting quilts. Warm. Practical. Quilts that were works of art (although most people didn’t realize this until decades later).
Hmmmm. I’ve never made a quilt…but I do have some fabric from clothes of my loved ones. Do I have the talent and patience to make a quilt? I’ll admit it. Probably not. But what about a pillow? Yes, I think I could make a pillow. Is there still time before Christmas?
Carol
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How well I remember
How well I remember Grandma's quilts. I even used to "help" when I was little. When older I actually helped stretch them on the frame set up on 4 wooden chairs and even did some of my first hand quilting. The quilting frame sat on these chairs in the NE corner of the front room (now called living room). It would be tipped up against the wall if the chairs were needed for company. I have pieces of Grandma's quilts and her stories. Also have a picture of Grandma, Aunt Christine and Aunite Annie quilting my butterfly quilt. Like Twila, our wedding quilt is quite frayed at the top. When Grandma Holey gave us a postage stamp baby quilt for Heidi, her comment was that it was made to be used and all three of our children did use it. Heidi now has it in Germany with her. Corey has his quilt from Grandma Swenson in Australia with him and his boys use it. Yes, I and at least three of my sisters quilt. My kids have taken their quilts to whereever in the world they have lived. At church our Lutheran World Relief quilts are made from whatever is available. A lot of the fillers and backings are bedding from hotels/motels that they can no longer use due to stains or holes. We recycle the things were cannot use to rags, other groups or even to rag rugs. Fabric can be recycled into so many "new" items. Even doll clothes and quilts, baby undershirts,sleepers or jackets. Just recently a motel gave us many pillowcases. We cut the tags out and the open end with the logo off and now our highschool sewing classes will put a decorative fabric on the opening end and add pillows and then a local group will add them to Christmas boxes for the homeless and needy. Quilts have a very special place for me and our home is home to only home-made quilts and afghans. I make memory quilts for two local high school sports teams as raffle fundraisers. Sorry for the rambling. Quilts just bring to mind both Grandmothers and their generosity. I will send you a copy of my devotional Iwrote about quilts. Your cuz, Susan
What fun to read about and
What fun to read about and to see the family quilts in your article! We also have quilts made by each of our grandmothers. After our engagement, my grandmother came to Oregon from North Dakota to stay with my folks for several weeks. I was away at college for most of the time, but was home to see the dining room set up with a quilting frame with "our" quilt on it. Several of the ladies from church came to join my mom and my grandma in the final stages of putting all the pieces together into a large bedspread size quilt! Mom recognized more of the prints than I did since Grandma had done most of the small pieces at her place. My husband and I used that quilt for our bedspread for several years, until some of the pieces got quite ragged. Then I felt some regret for having really used it, and for washing it numerous times. But other quilters assured me that was just what Grandma wanted us to do!
Some years later, Mom and I worked together to put the backing on another quilt top Grandma had made. And there are still a few left to be finished and passed on to the next generations. I better get busy!
I doubt I'll ever actually make a quilt top, but I must have some aspirations because I have a drawer full of scrapes of fabric from Mom and from my own family!
I've always admired the idea of reusing and recycling; quilting adds the element of beautiful art and memories to "Go Green"!
Another good feeling about quilting is seeing all the quilts that the church women have made to send to those in need. Every pew is covered with the colorful display on one Sunday each year before they are packed and sent to various destinations.
Several quilts are reserved to give to the graduating seniors at a Sunday service in the spring. Each senior is "wrapped" in a quilt and sent off with a reminder of the love and prayers of the congregation that go with them on their new adventures.
Well, I'm not a quilter but obviously I do have a lot of affection for them and for their masterpieces!
Thanks for the memories! Twila
Wrapping graduating seniors
Wrapping graduating seniors in a hand-made quilt of their own made by the women of the church! What a wonderful idea! What better way to remind the graduating seniors--about to leave the safety, warmth, comfort, and protection of their families--of Christ's love for them. I've never heard of churches giving this particular, wonderful gift to their graduating seniors. I'm wondering if anyone else out there knows of a church that does this? If so, please let me know!
Carol
A drawer full of scraps of
A drawer full of scraps of fabric! I've always loved fabric...and a drawer full of scraps sounds like such fun, and also an opportunity... hmmm. But opportunity almost sounds a bit like responsibility... and responsibility can become a bit like a burden! So, do those fabric scraps in your drawer seem like an opportunity? Or a burden? What about a pillow top?
Once, my sister and I visited a fabric store in Amish Country in Lancaster County, and tried to imagine ourselves following the example of our grandmother Holey who made so many quilts. The idea was exciting. But we were also very much aware of our own limitations. The more beautifiul fabrics we looked at, the more wonderful quilting seemed, but also the less we could imagine ourselves as capable of actually making a quilt. We started to giggle, and then giggled more and more--to the curious stares of the shopkeeper and other customers. We giggled so much we almost collapsed on the floor, and had to leave the store! Maybe only sisters or great friends could understand our fit of giggling!
Carol
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