Viewing post #509190 by Sharon
|Audrey, your memories are very much mine as well. The only difference is that Mom and I lived with my grandmother and there were no men around. My grandfather had been killed in a slate fall in a coal mine some years before, my dad was in the Philippines, and the only men in my life were two great uncles who lived nearby. It was my grandmother who killed the chickens we had to eat, and sometimes my great uncles shared a slab of bacon. Hog killing time was around Thanksgiving, so the bacon would be a Christmas gift.
And quilting, every scrap of outgrown or worn out clothes went into quilts. Most of my dresses were from feed sacks, and I thought they were the prettiest flowered designs. I still have about 50 of those quilts, some are around 100 years old. I have a glass fronted cabinet to protect them while also displaying them. I still use them, too.
And did you ever make a bolster? That was a pillow that was long enough to stretch all the way across the bed. I still have one, the feathers in it are flattened now, but it's still a treasure. I think it's the one I helped stuff, and if it is, it also has in it a few 'sweet weeds' so that it smelled good. I'll have to unwrap it someday to see. And the feathers of cardinals and blue birds. I was the designated feather gatherer, so along with all the chicken feathers my grandmother provided, I added the colorful ones I found.
It's good to remember, it's the strength of those memories that can keep us going when times get tough. So thanks for sharing, Audrey. Looking forward to your article.