My grandmother made each of her 11 grandchildren a quilt. They were quilts with blocks made from discarded cloth, often old clothing – no matching color coordinated calicos in these quilts.
My quilt and 2 of my cousins quilts were made with squares cut out by my great grandmother who was pushing 100 at the time.
There was a time when my grandmother would never be sitting without a quilting frame near her so she could put in a couple of stitches. Its part of my memory of her.
When she died there were 2 quilts sitting her a chest. They were given to me. So now I have 3 quilts from grandma.
When I became homeless, I took all three quilts into the car with me. They kept me from freezing at night.
When I got a room at a rooming house, I put the quilts on the cot and suddenly it felt like I was home.
When I moved into this apartment – I put the quilts on the bed and it was OK. Because my grandma came too.
These quilts make me smile. They make me feel warm and safe. They are not coordinated designer fabrics. But they are very beautiful. Because they make me feel good.