Showing posts from May, 2017

Barn Quilts

Winding through Appalachia, quilt blocks painted on the old red barns.
A legacy of love, pioneer women pieced patterns around the quilting bee.
Hours of labor, feed sacks ripped up, treasured scraps reused.
Folk art born of necessity, beauty in handiwork.
Gracing the barn walls: a Lone Star quilt and Double Wedding Ring.
by:  Brenda Kay Ledford

Decoration Day

Despite the protests, Ma Minnie Ledford ran her kids out of bed early on Sunday morning.  She would not allow anyone to "sleep in" on the Lord's day.

"Rise and shine," she yelled.  "Wash up, eat your breakfast and get ready for Myers Chapel."

"Oh, no!" moaned Ralph.  "Can't we stay at home and get some shut eye?"  asked Robert.

Ma frowned and shook her head.  That was a definite no.

After a hardy breakfast, Rondy, Ralph, Robert, and Reuben headed to the barn to milk the cow and feed the livestock.  They helped Pa hitch the mules to the wagon for church.

The girls dragged their feet getting ready.  Reba, Robenia, and Rena kept primping before the mirror.  They had their eyes on some boys at church and wanted to impress them.

"Lands sakes!"  said Ma.  "You would think you girls were going to the White House to meet President Hoover.  Church will dismiss before we get there."

Ma carried a poke of flowers to the…