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THE PATCHWORK COVERLET
I have a treasure hid away
In that great chest above the stair.
Three generations held it dear,
As if 'twere gold or jewels rare,
Then passed it on to me; and I
Must keep it save, until the day
When my small daughter shall attain
The years of her majority.
Then she, in turn, will treasure it -
Great-grandma's patchwork coverlet!
Full many an hour the maker sat,
And plied her needle in and out,
The while her mind was busy, too,
With many a happy dream, no doubt,
Of when the finished quilt should lie
In all it's splendor, wide outspread -
A covering fit for king or queen -
Across the great four-posted bed
In her "spare room;" too fine 'twould be
For aught to use, save 'company!'
Day after day the pattern grew;
Each block was deftly set in place,
And rows of tiny stitches tell
A tale that time cannot efface -
Of patience, skill, housewifely pride,
Of woman's love for pretty things,
Of fingers trained such work to do
By those who knew the joy it brings,
Of time within the home well-spent,
The heart with homely tasks content.
So, when I'm weary of the strife
Of living in this modern age,
Softly I steal awhile away,
And thoughts of bygone days engage
My mind, as o'er my lap I spread
This emblem of a vanished past -
For me a magic carpet gay,
Whereon I ride -- until at last
I find relief from cares that fret,
There with great-grandma's coverlet!
...Doris Wheeler Blount
...Needlecraft magazine,
September 1928
The Auction
CRAZY ANN the antique lady stood under the WINDMILL on the OLD HOMESTEAD hoping to pick up some bargains. The HOME TREASURE of a lifetime were being auctioned and she had her eye on a CAKE STAND and a CUT GLASS DISH. And that complete set of TEA LEAF pattern china ... what a find! They dragged a PIN CUSHION, some WATERED RIBBON, a few SPOOLS, an ODD PATTERN, the broken pieces of FANNY'S FAN, a TANGLED GARTER and more of the GRANDMOTHER'S OWN ODDS.
by Betty Cramton
A 1982 LOVE AFFAIR
(PUN INTENDED0!
By Audrey L. Humbhrey
There once was a funny lady named CRAZY ANN.
She was a STAR from OHIO.
A man named CLAY from TEXAS was in LOVE with her.
I guess you could say she was CLAY'S CHOICE.
CRAZY ANN'S YOUNG MAN'S FANCY thoughts were leading to STEPS TOT HE ALTAR.
CRAZY ANN suggested they go on a WILD GOOSE CHASE fling to th 1982 WORLD FAIR and tie the LOVER'S KNOT there.
CRAZY ANN hollered as they drifted into the SUNSET--"I hope you catch the wedding BOUQUET!"
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WARM THOUGHTS
Love is a quilt -- a quilt is love
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you
Bright enough to cheer you
Generous enough to enfold you
Light enough to let you move freely
Strong enough to withstand adversity
Durable enough to last a lifetime
And given gladly, from the heart.
...unknown
Life is like a patchwork quilt
And each little patch a day
Some patches are rosy, happy and bright
And some are dark and gray.
But each little patch as it's fitted in
And sewn to keep it together
Makes a finished block in this life of ours,
Filled with sun and rainy weather.
So let me work on life's patchwork quilt
Through the rainy days and the sun
Trusting that when I have finished my block
The Master may say, "Well done."
...unknown
Girls' Joy
I can remember celebrating the CENTENNIAL in the LITTLE RED HOUSE we called THE OLD HOMESTEAD. It was actually JACK'S HOUSE, THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. SUNSHINE from the RISING SUN highlighted the SPIDER'S WEB engulfing the FOUR TULIPS in the TULIP BASKET. It was a LADIES DELIGHT, a GRANDMOTHER'S DREAM.
The table was set with ODDS AND ENDS, CRAZY ANN had put CORN ND BEANS in GRANDMOTHER'S OWN, PICKLE DISH. There were HEARTS AND GIZZARDS in the CUT GLASS DISH. The TWIN SISTERS from a nearby COUNTRY FARM thought they were in the GARDEN OF EDEN and put an ORANGE PEEL in the ICE CREAM BOWL. There were MILKY WAY bars in a GRAPE BASKET that the NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, MISS JACKSON brought over. There was a STRAWBERRY in the CHERRY BASKET, and a TEA LEAF on the CAKE STAND. For a center piece, SARAH'S FAVORITE was a SINGLE SUNFLOWER in a ROYAL JAPANESE VASE, while MOLLIES CHOICE was FOUR LITTLE BASKETS filled with TEXAS FLOWERS.
TEXAS TEARS flowed in that CRAZY HOUSE as everyone did the OLD MAIL'S RAMBLE to the tune of over the RAINBOW which was GRANDMOTHER'S CHOICE, and HANDY ANDY took a picture for the ALBUM
Betty J Clark
LINNKS
Piecing
the Past - Fabrics & Patterns
AntiqueFabric.com
Sharon's
Antiques - Vintage Fabrics
Quilting
fabric, Den Haan & Wagenmakers
Vintage
& Vogue Online Fabric
Seams
Like Yesterday
Civil
War Fabrics
Grandma's
Attic Sewing
ReproductionFabrics.com
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THE QUILTER
Once my fingers touch the threads
Washing, dusting, unmade beds
Fade away into nothingness
And I in complete happiness
Let my heart soar with masters past
The patches blend designs so fast
That time flies by
And there am I
Peaceful, creative, contented, whole
Quilting becomes my very soul.
Author unknown
The Quilt
Of all the things a woman's
hands have made,
The quilt so lightly thrown across her bed -
The quilt that keeps her loved ones warm -
Is woven of her love and dreams and thread. -Carrie
Hall
Crazy Quilt
And what is life?
A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy,
and grace and guilt,
With here and there
a square of blue
For some old happiness
we knew.- Douglas Afallock
Quilt Poetry
Quilt Poetry
A few poems that I have saved for years from my magazines
These poems are full of quilt names, which are in capital letters. See how many of the quilts you remember.
Goose Trail
The FLYING GEESE landed near the INDIAN TRAIL at the foot of the DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS. One BROWN GOOSE waddled alone, along the SHADED TRAIL. He went ZIGZAG across to the CROSS ROADS at the OLD WINDMILL. His GOOSE TRACKS followed the STEPPING STONES to the GARDEN near a LOG CABIN. Here he took flight and joined some other BIRDS IN AIR as the NORTH WIND blew through the TALL PINE TREE.
by Patricia A. Aho
GRANDPA'S MEMORIES
Grandpa 'n I strolled through GRANDMA'S FLOWER GARDEN to pick my BRIDAL BOUQUET. He spoke of how she was every GENTLEMEN'S FANCY with her HOUR GLASS figure; and chuckled about putting JACOB'S LADDER to the window to serenade her. Soon after, they tied the LOVER'S KNOT and headed up the ALTAR STEPS.
Looking through her ALBUM he winked with a tearful eye and whispered, "You were always your GRANDMOTHER'S PRIDE and joy.
By Pmela Martin
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