My brother and his family just returned to Oregon this week from their Spring Break trip to North Dakota. They drove to ND to pick up some keepsakes my 98-year-old Grandma wanted to hand over to us. Imagine how thrilled I was to discover one of the items was a huge trunk containing eight old quilts. All are documented -- three are from the civil war era and the rest are from the late 1800s through the 1930s. Beautifully made and preserved. Stunning, stunning, stunning! A Tree of Life with maybe 1000 pieces from the 1800s and a sunflower pattern from the 1930s. One of the oldest quilts had been made with red fabric made from iron-based dyes that had oxidized and the red pieces had faded to brown and had disintegrated, but the rest of the quilts were fine. My grandma had previously given my dad and me two beautiful civil-war era quilts, and that's all I knew existed.
Now I know where I get my love of quilting. It's in my bones! As we sat there admiring the quilts, reading the story about my grandma's Aunt Clint, who made several of them, I said to my 16-year-old niece, just think -- someday your granddaughter may be looking at the quilts I made and wondering how life was at the turn of the millenium. Or maybe the world will end. Ha Ha!
I'll try to get some photos posted of them, but I'm in the process of moving, so we didn't split them up, we just left them at my brother's house.