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.
It's a Thought 
Thank you so much for such a wonderful story.
Who doesn’t love their grandma? Nobody. And I loved mine, too. And I still have her rosary – not because I believe in God but because I remember her kindness and treasure it.
Cheers!
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Thanks for a beautiful and deep story and sharing your memories. I loved my granny and still, after she passed away (more than 17 years) I am always thinking about her.
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A great story. Home made by one you love is infinitely better than designer fabrics! May the memory of your grandmother and her quilts stay with you your whole life!
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Thanks I will!
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I had to scroll forever in my reader to find this again – I found myself thinking about this post a lot since I first read it and so decided to make a belated comment. First to homelessness – it is a haunting concept that I have had no direct experience with. I find myself hoping that you will come back to this subject, this time in your life, so that I can learn more about it and about you. Second – Grandmas. Here I can relate to your story 100%. For me it wasn’t a quilt – it was my velveteen rabbit. https://circumstance227.wordpress.com/2015/10/23/%EF%BB%BFmy-velveteen-rabbit/
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There is so much love here
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I have a quilt made by my grandma too. It’s beautiful because she made it…
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What a special story/memory. It would make me smile, too.
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What a special story!
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Thank God for grandmas.
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