My Aunt Mayme taught
me to quilt when I was 13 years old. By the time I was 15, I was hooked. I did
not have a sewing machine of my own back then. I learned how to operate my Mom’s
old Necchi machine. The big talk of the summer was the upcoming Golden Wedding
Anniversary of my Grandma Gert and Grandpa Nick. There was going to be a big
party with music and dancing. How excited I was! I wanted to make them
something special, so I decided on a quilt.
I chose an eight
point star pattern. Now remember I was just entering my 2nd year of
quilting. I did not even think about the difficulty level of the project at
hand. I saw a picture of this pattern and it only had one template. I thought
this must be an easy pattern….. Just one
template! I had a small brown paper bag at the time that was filled with my
fabric stash. This bag was like a treasure chest to me. I had never heard of
the color wheel, and gave no thought to which colors went well with another. All
I knew was that this quilt had to be beautiful.
I went thru the
fabric bag and selected a few fabrics for each star block. I then cut several
diamond templates from cardboard cereal boxes for my pattern. I started tracing
my templates with a number 2 pencil and cutting the diamonds by hand. No rotary
cutter for me back then. I put my little stacks of diamonds together in plastic
baggies, so as not to mix them up. When I had all nine blocks cut out, I put
them in a cardboard shoebox with a spool of white thread, a needle and a small
scissors. This was my sewing kit for the project and I was so happy I could finally
start to sew. The diamonds were very small, so I decided I had better sew them
together by hand. I had seen Mayme do it a million times. How hard could it
be??
I worked all summer
on that quilt and when I finally had the stars assembled, I had to figure out
how to put in the white corner squares and triangles. This part was more
difficult than sewing the diamonds. When it came to adding the sashing and
border I used the sewing machine, and then I really made progress. My Dad was
overseeing the quilt project from the start. He kept telling me that I will
never get it done in time for the big day. Once the top was done, I then
stretched it into my large wooden floor frame and hand quilted it. The quilt
was still in the frame the night before the party. My dad told me I would never
get it done. I worked all night and even hand sewed the binding. By morning it
was on the kitchen table, all wrapped up in shiny gold paper tied with a big
bow. There is a sad part to this story. The big day flew by and by evening all
the gifts were taken to the farm and I didn’t get to see them open their gift. I
never saw my beautiful quilt again. I didn’t even take a picture of it when it
was finished. When Grandma and Grandpa passed away, everything was divided
between the children. One day while I was talking to my oldest daughter April,
I brought up the quilt. Thirty-five years had gone by and I had no idea where
the quilt was. The last time I had actually seen the quilt was that night so
long ago when I wrapped it up for their party. I told April that of all the
quilts I have given away over the years, this is one I would like to see again.
Well, it didn’t take long for her to call the youngest aunt, Alice, and ask her
about the quilt. We found out that the quilt was given to one of the aunts who
had asked for it when Grandma passed away. April asked if she could see the
quilt, and take some pictures. She didn’t tell me she had located the quilt.
Imagine my surprise when she handed me a packet of pictures and there was my
quilt. I cried, and was so touched that she had done such a wonderful thing for
me. I pondered over those pictures and was amazed I could still identify all
those wonderful fabrics I had so long ago. The quilt was still in perfect
condition. I just thought I would share my quilt with you, and my little story.
And remember to ALWAYS take pictures of everything you make!