She completed one more applique project in her life, a crib quilt for my first child. Knowing that applique was not her passion, I was so surprised that she chose this particular project. “It’s just a kit,” she said, but then went on to say that she had grown up with her Aunt Ebba’s quilts, and always wanted to try quilting. “I got that out of my system,” was her final comment on the matter.The quilt hung in my son’s bedroom during his early years, and then in his little brother’s room. At some point it became delegated to storage, in a box with lovely little hand smocked dresses. I am grateful for the many legacies my mother left for her family, not just the sewing, but the music, cooking, love of books, and the abundant sharing of her generous nature.
Today, those of us who love quilting are surrounded by patterns, fabrics, wonderful tools, and a huge community of quilters supporting us. We sometimes churn out quilts as gifts, or just because we want to play with a particular set of fabrics.But on occassion we have the opportunity to make a special quilt, one that will stand to show another generation how we express our love through our crafting. Of all the pieces of my mother’s handwork that I have in my home, this quilt is special. She explored beyond her comfort zone, giving a gift that she truly wanted us to have, a quilt to share across generations.