Two quilts, family heirlooms, recently came into my possession. For some reason, I have mixed feelings about inheriting them.
My father and his siblings were going through their father’s affects. My dad brought me these quilts. The first quilt was one I made my grandpa for his 90th birthday. All of the aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins’ families made quilt squares. I sewed them together into a quilt and quilted it. This quilt is big!
I quilted it with trains. My grandpa liked trains.
I am sure my aunts wanted this quilt. They gave it to me because I made it. Someone has to end up with it. I guess it may as well be me. I feel unworthy to have it. For some reason, I don’t know what to think.
The next quilt was made by my great-grandmother. I felt guilty taking this one until I found out that there were quite a few and my aunts and uncles got quilts too. This is a smaller, throw size quilt.
Isn’t it fabulous! My dad says he remembers her sewing up scraps on a treadle machine. Don’t you love this animal print! My dad and I guessed it was a women’s coat. The fabrics are all heavy – wool and heavy poly. It is hand quilted.
This is actually the second quilt of my great grandmother’s that I own. The other is even more fabulous except it is in terrible condition. This is truely a treasure!
Of course, it isn’t labeled. I need to do that. This grandmother lived to be over 100. We never lived very close, so I only saw her occasionally. Even at the end, she always knew I was “David’s oldest.” We always called her “Little Grandma.” She wasn’t even five feet tall, at least when we knew her. When we went to her house when we were younger, she would pull out a tv tray and little wind up toys. We loved to wind up all the different little toys and watch them hop across the tray.
Have any family heirlooms come into your possession? What have you done to honor the trust without feeling guilty?