Around the quilting bee,
a patchwork of grandmothers
left a legacy--life lessons
for a future generation.
Wearing flour sack aprons,
mountain women taught patience:
stitches no bigger than pinpricks,
to savor time, good stewards of life.
Grandmother Minnie matched seams,
created patterns from scraps,
taught me to create my shape,
to choose a color scheme.
Great-Grandma Martha taught
me to lay aside work,
take time for pleasure;
a lesson she learned too late.
My kinfolks taught faith
in the Cathedral Windows,
beauty of Grandma's Zinnia Basket;
love in Grandmother's Engagement Ring.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
8 comments:
Oh my, so beautiful. There's nothing more enjoyable than quilting. Like you, I learned early on and look forward to it so much. Those are some beautiful quilts and I know each one was sown with love just like your beautiful poem.
Beautifully written, Brenda. Love the photos, too.
Such beautiful quilts! And from experience, I know how difficult some of the quilts were to piece! Your poem has such special meaning too.
Lovely quilts and words to go with them, Brenda. Each of those quilts has a story to tell. Hope you have a nice weekend.
What a wonderful heritage, Brenda! All the quilts are so pretty. My, how many hours went into each of them!
Martha and Minnie were obviously great role models for your mother and for you. How special is that. My mom was 42 when I was born --so I didn't have any grandparents still alive... I certainly missed out on SO MUCH.....
Love your writings. AND--I love your header.
Hugs,
Betsy
Oh my. What beautiful, intricate work! I wish I could go back in time and have a hands-on experience with the wise women of my past.
I love the poem and the photos of the quilts. I watch a show called Barn Builders on DIY network, and they recently had a quilting bee!
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