How did my grandmother know I was going to need her quilt.
My mother;s mother had a "golden needle." She sewed everything by hand and her embroidery was excellent as well.
She sewed five quilts,one for each of her children.
So much care and so much love in the precise stitches she used. I wrap myself in my grandmother's love for me and everyone..
When my own mother died,the only thing I wanted was that quilt.
It is soft and very nice in the cold spring and summer nights when arthritis comes calling and my Mexican serapes are too heavy and too wool.
My grandmother's quilt is like feeling my grandmother's arms around me in loving,comforting hug.
A quilt made with her own nim
ble hands which could turn out a gourmet dinner on a wood burning stove and grow a vegetable garden with enough produce to feed the neighborhood.She gave it away regardless of ethnicity. Beautiful, delicious and nutritious vegetables,pecans and walnuts from the trees she had planted.
And those same hands could deliver a baby,milk a cow, plow a field or rive a team pulling a wagon.
Reluctantly,she could pick up an old Colt peacemaker or lever-action and shoot a deer or a turkey , dress it and kasher it.
From her I learned to light Shabbat candles to see in a day of well-earned rest.
There was a proverb about her in the Tanach as there have been for rave,virtuous,industrious women throughout the centuries.
There was no electricity in her house.Everything was lit y kerosine and the fireplace was very warm thanks to the neighbors who kept her supplied with firewood.
I think about her often how we sat in the rocking chair and she read me to me stories from the Torah and tried to insure I led a righteous,godly and sober life.
Wherever my grandmother is,in Heaven's garden or comforting the newly arrived little ones,I hop;e she knows how thankful she is that she made this quilt. This cherished,comfortable and comforting quilt with love in every stitch.
My mother;s mother had a "golden needle." She sewed everything by hand and her embroidery was excellent as well.
She sewed five quilts,one for each of her children.
So much care and so much love in the precise stitches she used. I wrap myself in my grandmother's love for me and everyone..
When my own mother died,the only thing I wanted was that quilt.
It is soft and very nice in the cold spring and summer nights when arthritis comes calling and my Mexican serapes are too heavy and too wool.
My grandmother's quilt is like feeling my grandmother's arms around me in loving,comforting hug.
A quilt made with her own nim
ble hands which could turn out a gourmet dinner on a wood burning stove and grow a vegetable garden with enough produce to feed the neighborhood.She gave it away regardless of ethnicity. Beautiful, delicious and nutritious vegetables,pecans and walnuts from the trees she had planted.
And those same hands could deliver a baby,milk a cow, plow a field or rive a team pulling a wagon.
Reluctantly,she could pick up an old Colt peacemaker or lever-action and shoot a deer or a turkey , dress it and kasher it.
From her I learned to light Shabbat candles to see in a day of well-earned rest.
There was a proverb about her in the Tanach as there have been for rave,virtuous,industrious women throughout the centuries.
There was no electricity in her house.Everything was lit y kerosine and the fireplace was very warm thanks to the neighbors who kept her supplied with firewood.
I think about her often how we sat in the rocking chair and she read me to me stories from the Torah and tried to insure I led a righteous,godly and sober life.
Wherever my grandmother is,in Heaven's garden or comforting the newly arrived little ones,I hop;e she knows how thankful she is that she made this quilt. This cherished,comfortable and comforting quilt with love in every stitch.