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Grandma made the quilts that covered us each night.
She sewed the pieces together with needle thread & might.
She made the feather bed where we lay our selves down
The pillows stuffed with feathers, were passed all around.
We were tucked in and covered, clear up to our nose
Till we looked like a cocoon from our head down to our toes.
We slept warm and snug in that ol' cast iron bed, with springs
That would squeak every time you moved your head.... Read More
3-19-09...THINKING OF GRANDMA
GRANDMAS PATCHWORK QUILTS
Grandma was always sewing,
Thats the way I remember her.
She'd set there for hours, her quilt box by her chair.
This box contained many scraps
of material she had used, to make clothing
for all of us, and she never got them confused.
She would say, This piece is from the dress
that I made for you.
This one is from a shirt
your Brother ruined when it w... Read More
If it weren’t for the photos I have of my daughters wearing clothes that I made for them many years ago, I wouldn’t believe that I ever managed to do the family sewing. These days I can’t do anything right with my sewing
machine. The problem is that it never was my sewing
machine, it belonged to my late husband’s first wife, and she was a professional seamstress. I have fought with the thing ever since it floated into my orbit. Today’s job was perfectly simple. I have done the same th... Read More
We didn't have a lot of toys and things to play with when we were growing up so we had to improvise big time. Brenda and I decided we would form a sewing
club. The boys, not to be outdone, formed a building club. We asked for the things we would need. Grandma gave Brenda and I some old scraps too small for her quilts and a needle each, some thread, and we even got a shiny thimble each. Daddy got some lumber scraps and one old hammer and some used nails which the boys had to pull... Read More
is far from my favourite occupation. While I have always enjoyed mastering the complexities of such machines as calculators, typewriters, commercial printers, dictaphones, and to a limited extent computers, I have never enjoyed tampering with sewing
machines. One of the most penetrating comments I ever received in my life, was made by a teacher who declared that if any student was going to do anything stupid, she could rely on it being me. Yes, it was a well-founded criticism. I was not... Read More