Sunday, November 1, 2009
Smocking with Grandma...
"He really wants a warm quilt. He asked if I had any 'real' quilts," my grandma told me as we brought a handmade quilt to the traveling preacher's aged silver airstream parked behind our church. I didn't know what a 'real quilt' was, and I couldn't understand her agitation as she quietly said, "Lord, I pray he takes care of it."
Not until my grandmother saw the quilt she gave me for my wedding hanging on our front porch swing did she ever truly chastise me - "Becky, do you realize how many stitches went into that quilt?" I had just recently begun to sew and it dawned on me - That's why she prayed over that quilt! I knew I had disappointed her, and I felt neglectful and unappreciative. I brought that quilt inside and never has it been left outside since!
When The Smocking Loft opened at our last location, my frail, loving grandmother was so proud as she struggled through the back door, looking upon the sewing room wall. Her eyes lit up as she saw hanging there another of her treasures - a quilt she and her mother had made together. One which I shall always take care to preserve. Her words to me, with watering eyes, were, "Will you take care of it?"
"Yes, grandma, I will, I promise!" I miss you!