I’m sharing a project I have been working today. My history of the quilting efforts during my childhood, and into early marriage years, then they were no more. 😦

My church family did have quilting bees. The ladies would gather quilt tops, cotton, and back together; most of them were able to make the tiniest stitches with little bitty needles. Not me ever. Of course in the early years I did not try.

I was sitting by a friend who was a master at making lovely quilt tops. She looked out the window and laughed at golfers who were chasing a little ball all around the course. Then she said, “but I guess it makes as much sense as cutting yards of cloth into small pieces then sewing them back together.” I guess that would especially be true of the “strip” quilt shown below. The strips were all cut from left over material my mom used to make my wedding dress and the dresses for others in my wedding.

NOT A QUILT THERE MADE BY ME.  And I have made a few.  One I remember was really pretty, appliqued  yellow flowers and blue hearts.  I made the pattern myself, so it was one of a kind.  Don’t know who absconded it.  It has been missing for over twenty years.  I have made some baby quilts for grandchildren—those first new arrivals.  Then I got too busy or I got to many.  🙂 

One I made for Roger still exists. 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Kim Smyth says:

    I admire those who can sew like that. All the quilts are pretty!

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    Those quilts make beautiful memories.

  3. granonine says:

    Oneta, a friend and I took a quilting class over 20 years ago. I made a sampler quilt in shades of blue as a wedding gift for my daughter and her husband. Made two more after that, but haven’t done another since then. I get the yen every now and then, but so far I haven’t given in to it 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      I think it would be a hard hobby to take up alone. The last group I was with just did quilt tops. It was a Thurs morning church group; great fun. A worthwhile project because we just made lap size and gave to residents in nursing centers.

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