My maternal grandmother was a excellent seamstress. She created patterns, sewed and beaded evening gowns for proms, balls and weddings. Born in 1900, she survived the Great Depression. While raising two daughters as a single parent, my grandmother ran a boarding house and a restaurant. She also utilized her gift with needles and threads. In addition to customers, she created clothes for her daughters and granddaughters. I remember my cousin’s and my play-clothes when I was younger, prom dresses for high school, and gowns for Mardi Gras balls, as well as clothes for sorority “rush” in my freshman year of college. Had she been living when I married, I am sure she would have made my wedding gown.
In my late teens or early twenties, she pieced together a double-sized quilt for me. The fabrics were remnants from clothes she made for either my older cousins or me. As I look sentimentally at the quilt, now hanging over the banister in my home, I remember each outfit represented by the fabric she used.
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