Americana, part 2-Patchwork paradise
Other treasures, which have made the trip across the Atlantic, are my vintage patchwork quilts. How resourceful for young pioneer women (think Ma Ingalls in a little house on the prairie…) to make an ordinary household item (necessity) from bits and scraps of material (economy) creating a lovely patchwork quilt (beauty), many times in cooperation with other pioneer wives (community). How I admire them and what a great lesson for our disposable society!
When I married Will, little did I know that he came with a ‘dowry.’ (I thought that was my job!) His family, particularly his grandmother Ota, had loads of quilts, which had been handed down through the years. Ultimately they were divided among the children and grandchildren. How old they are I don’t know, but we’ve had them for 20 years! A special token of love was when Grandma Ota gave us a quilt which she had crafted for our wedding. It was one of the last few quilts she made and will be a family treasure for many years to come.
