On the first night we arrived in Winfield at 10:30 pm, after driving for 12 1/2 hrs straight the kids and I were exhausted. I got Bubba to bed and was working on getting Priss settled into my old bedroom when I realized there were no sheets on our bed. I ask Mawmaw where to find some and she came upstairs to help me make the bed and I ask her for a quilt for the bed so we wouldn't have to use the comforter (Priss and I are very warm blooded). She brought me this very simple red and white quilt to use. You could tell that it was very old but in almost perfect condition. You never know when something in your life will touch you for whatever reason, but for some reason I fell in love with this quilt. Everyone knows this one thing about me, that if I want something I ask for it and don't offer unless you mean it because I will take it. As I was loading to come home my last load included the quilt and simply ask to borrow the quilt because I wanted to reproduce it, in my own manner of course. Mawmaw then told me the story of the quilt: my Pawpaw's (that I lived with) grandmother had pieced the quilt front together by hand the year they had gotten married for them and then she had her aunt hand quilt it for her. This would mean that this quilt is almost 50 years old! It made me fall even more in love with this quilt. I am not a sentimental person and I don't keep anything. My grandmother has always said that she is afraid to give me things like this, afraid that in my next move it wouldn't make it. After I assured her I would never get rid of the quilt she told me I could just have it. To say this quilt is now one of my most precious and valued possessions would be an understatement. I love things that have meaning and a story to tell. I just hope that 50 years from now my great, great, grandchildren will have these possessions and stories to tell about me and our family. To think that someone I will probably never meet could have this connection with me would be such a great honor.
Ok, so to end the sappy stuff, I started to work on it almost immediately after getting home ( no surprise there). My interpretation of her quilt is very different but it is how I saw it and what I thought my Miss Priss would love. I tried to maintain some of her integrity in it and hand quilted it together so it has that same appearance about it. Her hexagons are smaller but she didn't have a Bubba Love and Miss Priss running around her while she sewed and most likely she had mountains more patience than I do. Priss loved to watch me work on it, she would get Bubbalicious (her pink pillow that looks like the pack of gum) and lay on my sewing table and watch me sew and tell me how beautiful the hexagons were. It was fun, even though she drove me insane most of the time stepping on it and telling me it was touching bubbalicious to move it, I still enjoyed her being with me and expressing her love for it. When I finished it and had it hanging up she put her hands up on her face and very excitedly said "oh mommy its sooooo beautiful". That is what made all the work with it.
Thank you mawmaw for sharing part of your life with me. I love you with all my heart. You have always been and will always be the world to me. Thank you for giving this little girl all that you gave her and continue to on a daily basis. I would not be who I am without you.