Category: scraps



When our daughter passed away, in 2014, all her craft and quilting supplies were put away. This summer, in an effort to scale down some of the fabric stash and clutter in my craft area, I came upon the boxes and bags filled with her work.

Yes, I grieved again, while trying to decide what should be done with all this. Embroidery, crewel work and quilt blocks. Part of them went into a box to be passed on. I do not do embroidery or crewel work and never will. A disabled friend of a friend does and I know it will be appreciated there.

The quilt blocks and fabric remained, staring at me every time I went in the room. Finally, inspiration struck. I got out some of the blocks and started quilts for each of her three grand children.

I truly worked long and thought hard, since the children are three, four and six years old. Will they understand and cherish them? I do hope so.

But there were other blocks left, a small wall-hanging or lap quilt for each sister? Yes. Those are  in the works. And one for each of her two sons ‘on the drawing board’.

It hurts some to think of trips to buy fabric and all the fun we had in the planning, knowing she never got to see the fruit of this lavor. There are more than a few teardrops on some of the blocks.

Ir’s hard work, but it is bringing me comfort, as I hope it will to the recipients.

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For the backstory, please go here: https://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2011/06/25/flour-sack-feed-sack-treasure/

Since that post was written, I have discovered some ‘history’ regarding some of the quilting treasure. Part of it belonged to the great-great-great grandmother of a young girl who attends my church.
At the request of this young ladies great-great grandmother, I have made a collage of some of the ‘treasure’ to present her and written the accompanying letter:
Dear Morgan,

Right now, perhaps, you are too young to understand this treasure.
Years ago, ladies made quilts to keep their families warm. People could not go to the store and buy things, like we do now, so every scrap was used for something.
In winter, when things were slow and there was not so much work to do, quilts were made. Often this had to be done at night after the rest of the family was in bed, using a coal oil lamp for light. It was very hard work.
In this frame is a quilt block, in the pattern called Dresden plate. This one is made with old feed sack fabric, some of what is called ‘shirting’, possibly dress fabric and cotton broadcloth.
The pattern pieces with it were cut from cardboard.
They would be traced on the fabric, then it was cut out in shapes and sewed together by hand to make blocks.
These would finally be sewed to make a quilt top, layered with a batting and back and stitched together to make a warm quilt.
The strips are for a quilt called ‘Double Wedding Ring’, quite often made years ago by a mother, aunt or grandmother as a wedding gift for a bride and groom. A treasure for all their lives.
This one seems to have pieces cut from clothing, possibly that of the bride or groom’s family. I left one upside down so the hand stitching would show.
Now I know, you are asking, why is this a treasure for me?
This Dresden Plate block and the pieces for the Double Wedding Ring were made by your great-great-great- grandmother. The fabric is old and valued in quilt making today, a rare and wonderful find.
I received it as a gift and now I am giving it back to you.


This really cute little Christmas stocking pattern for crochet can be found here: http://jeanariespatterns.blogspot.com/

It makes up in a hurry, even my Arthritic fingers got it done in a couple of hours. I have a basket of ‘scrap’ yarn from various projects and it doesn’t take a lot to make these.

I am working on the fourth one now.

Now I am off to make a couple more. There are some grand and great-grands who might just ‘need’ them!


Yes I am aware that this picture appeared yesterday, in a post titled “Where has she gone?” https://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/where-has-she-gone/

The old house, empty and alone made me sad. The scraps of living lost to time, losing the struggle against decay.

It seemed so sorrowful staring from empty windows at the overgrown yard. Watching the flowerbeds fall back to woodland, unable to keep the weeds at bay without human help.

It’s dreams all over,the family, the laughter and even the tears gone. The only visitors,  vandals who had destroyed the windows, knocked holes in the walls, wrecking havoc on something once loved and valued.


It really was not lost, it was right here: http://www.nativeamericanstarquilts.net/ and I was happy I found it!

Even happier to find a collection of fabrics in my material wealth that looked pretty good for the project. When I laid out the strips I found the orange was a bit too bright so I changed that color…

Part of it made and lying on the bed to get a perspective.


March 29 the photo prompt for today is “feet”, I have two of them.

Early this morning I was enjoying my coffee out on the porch along with a grand opening to the day – wearing my flipflops

 

THe prompt for yesterday, March 28, was “trash”. During an outing with a friend we came upon an old houseplace. Actually a rock foundation overgrown with wild vegetation, however an old stove sat rusting inside the foundation and a bit farther on, the remains of a school desk and a half gallon jar lay on the ground.

     The wisteria and honeysuckle blooming and the faded daffodils tell me this place was once a woman’s pride. The desk means likely there were children here, the jar a home for winter food or maybe treasures.

I love finding these old places and all the countless thoughts they bring. And I wo9nder, where have they gone?

 


Among my  ‘treasures’ are a number of hand pieced quilt blocks. I doubt they will ever be put together in any quilt top. I do not know who made them or when. They came to me in boxes, from estate sales, from friends who happened on them, here and there. Some are protected now in plastic bags, some framed and hanging on the wall.
Made patiently and with varied degrees of skill, from the long gone flour sacks and feed sacks. Some larger  pieces still wait, washed and carefully folded as they have for years. Some day they will find a use, of that, I am sure.
A friend sent me this poem, it brought back a lot of memories and reinforced the reason that the blocks are kept.
They are where I can see and touch them,  gaining inspiration and always a sense of wonder at the crafting.
 
The FLOUR SACK
BY COLLEEN B. HUBERT                                                            
 
IN THAT LONG AGO TIME WHEN THINGS WERE SAVED,
WHEN ROADS WERE GRAVELED AND BARRELS WERE STAVED,
WHEN WORN-OUT CLOTHING WAS USED AS RAGS,
AND THERE WERE NO PLASTIC WRAP OR BAGS,
AND THE WELL AND THE PUMP WERE WAY OUT BACK,
A VERSATILE ITEM, WAS THE FLOUR SACK.
PILLSBURY’S BEST, MOTHER’S AND GOLD MEDAL, TOO
STAMPED THEIR NAMES PROUDLY IN PURPLE AND BLUE.
 
THE STRING SEWN ON TOP WAS PULLED AND KEPT;
THE FLOUR EMPTIED AND SPILLS WERE SWEPT.
THE BAG WAS FOLDED AND STORED IN A SACK
THAT DURABLE, PRACTICAL FLOUR SACK.
THE SACK COULD BE FILLED WITH FEATHERS AND DOWN,
FOR A PILLOW, OR IT WOULD MAKE A NICE SLEEPING GOWN.
IT COULD CARRY A BOOK AND BE A SCHOOL BAG,
OR BECOME A MAIL SACK SLUNG OVER A NAG.
IT MADE A VERY CONVENIENT PACK,
THAT ADAPTABLE, COTTON FLOUR SACK.BLEACHED AND SEWN, IT WAS DUTIFULLY WORN
AS BIBS, DIAPERS, OR KERCHIEF ADORNED.
IT WAS MADE INTO SKIRTS, BLOUSES AND SLIPS.
AND MOM BRAIDED RUGS FROM ONE HUNDRED STRIPS
SHE MADE RUFFLED CURTAINS FOR THE HOUSE OR SHACK,
FROM THAT HUMBLE BUT TREASURED FLOUR SACK!AS A STRAINER FOR MILK OR APPLE JUICE,
TO WAVE MEN IN, IT WAS A VERY GOOD USE,
AS A SLING FOR A SPRAINED WRIST OR A BREAK,
TO HELP MOTHER ROLL UP A JELLY CAKE,
AS A WINDOW SHADE OR TO STUFF A CRACK,
WE USED A STURDY, COMMON FLOUR SACK!

AS DISH TOWELS, EMBROIDERED OR NOT,

THEY COVERED UP DOUGH, HELPED PASS PANS SO HOT,
TIED UP DISHES FOR NEIGHBORS IN NEED,
AND FOR MEN OUT IN THE FIELD TO SEED.
THEY DRIED DISHES FROM PAN, NOT RACK
THAT ABSORBENT, HANDY FLOUR SACK!
WE POLISHED AND CLEANED STOVE AND TABLE,
SCOURED AND SCRUBBED FROM CELLAR TO GABLE,
WE DUSTED THE BUREAU AND OAK BED POST,
MADE COSTUMES FOR OCTOBER (A SCARY GHOST)
AND A PARACHUTE FOR A CAT NAMED JACK.
FROM THAT LOWLY, USEFUL OLD FLOUR SACK!

SO NOW MY FRIENDS, WHEN THEY ASK YOU
AS CURIOUS YOUNGSTERS OFTEN DO,
“BEFORE PLASTIC WRAP, ELMER’S GLUE
AND PAPER TOWELS, WHAT DID YOU DO?”
TELL THEM LOUDLY AND WITH PRIDE DON’T LACK,
“GRANDMOTHER HAD THAT WONDERFUL FLOUR SACK!”


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I found the idea for this block on the net, through a group I belong to. It was one of those “I just have to make one to see it ” kind of blocks. The original block was a bit different so I call mine the 2-step.
Using up some scraps, I made 4 blocks for a medallion center for a small quilt. This would be the ‘beaches and boats’ 2-step.
I think I will machine embroider some seashells around the border to help carry out the nautical theme of the blocks.

>It isn’t only quilting


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These are two of the grand boys, DD#3’s oldest 2, wearing their Indian costumes.
We made them for Halloween.
The boys had different ideas but when they saw the Indian costume I had made a couple of years ago for another grand boy, that was the choice.
We made them last night and today. The boys seem to be pretty pleased with the results. The little one looks ready to spring into a dance in the picture
I managed to use up quite a bit of ‘scrappage’, and we made matching ‘treat bags’ to go with them.
It was a busy day!