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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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© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2014
Somewhere in the universe is the quilt my grandma made from scraps for me. Thanks for the reminder. Nice poem. 🙂
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Wow, this brings back memories of my grandmother. I only wish I still had one of her lovely quilts. “Quilt of memories” is perfect!
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it must be great to have those memories all in one 1…
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Wonderfully crafted Becca, reminded me of the cute lil quilt my mother had sewn for me when I was a kid.
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The idea of a quilt of memories suggests so many shapes and colours of life threaded together.
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precious…both the memories and the lines….
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I still remember from childhood quilts that my great-grandmother made. I wish I had them still.
Tattered Scraps of Shade
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Scraps can be ugly and beautiful and yours Becca are beautiful.
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Aw… My mother does this too!
Good one…
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An incredible quilt and an incredible woman. Thanks for sharing.
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love the precious words sewn with loving memories ! remilnds me of Kundera when he writes in a book ,”memories come like photographs not like a movie scene…” (not the exact words maybe )
yours is a quilt of memories …
haikus are best written with real life experiences !!! yours is one of them !
hats off ,milan !
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Your grandmother was very talented. Her quilt is so beautiful. I am glad you treasure it. Lovely.
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what a lovely kaleidoscope of memories and love.
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so lovely with the poignancy of quilts.
I saw an exhibition of Australian quilts last year. Surprisingly lots of the old ones were made by men. and a lot of them by sailors. time, I guess.
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I have one too – done by my grandmother and mom and the “Grandmother’s Flower Garden” pattern. I still can pick out different dresses and shirts – aprons, too. It’s a favorite treasure of mine – I know how much you must love yours.
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I DO!! It’s very heavy as well … I use to use it when I had a double bed. I know you love yours too!
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What a great way of remembering your grandmother! It is a beautiful quilt.
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this is stunning!
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Beautiful.
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What a beautiful quilt of memories she created for you.
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amazing. what a wonderful thing to have
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Beautiful!
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