It arrived today, my Granny's quilt top, all folded neatly into a tiny little bundle that fit neatly inside my mail box. I have to confess my hands were shaking as I opened it. Oh my.....
The top is now spread out on my bed and I can hardly stand to look at it for long. There, in neat blocks sewn together with just about perfect seams, are squares of Granny's dresses, the kitchen curtains from her little house, the rocking chair cushion, her bed covering. It's like stepping back into a time when I was small and life was simpler. I can't believe I'm touching something she touched and held and cared about. It's very emotional for me.
My Granny was a rock. Now, she wasn't born that way and Lord knows she must have made her share of mistakes in a life that spanned 102 years. But when I knew her, hard times and faith had taught her a lot about being strong and loving with a heart that knew no bounds. Whenever things got hardest around our house, my parents sent me off to Granny's house. And that was heaven.
So now I have a quilt top she made. And eventually I'll quilt it. But for now I'm just going to wrap it around me and dream a little bit of being in my Granny's house and feeling like the whole world was safe and good.
Hugs, Sunny