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| My grandparents | 
 September is National Sewing Month.  Bloggers have been encouraged to tell about how they got started sewing or quilting.  My fathers mother sewed clothes on a Singer treadle sewing machine.  My daddy wanted me to learn to sew like his mother.  I wasn't interested in sewing when I was growing up.  I did love the quilts that my grandmother had.  Her mother and sisters quilted.  My grandmother developed Alzheimer's while I was in high school.  I didn't get interested in sewing or quilting until after her death.
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| My great grandmother | 
 My daddy wanted me to learn to sew, so badly, that he bought me my first  sewing machine for Christmas when I was in 2nd grade.  He knew how to  thread it and sew on it, but, I still wasn't interested, to his great  disappointment.  I kept that machine until it disappeared when we moved to Illinois.  I wish I knew what happened to that machine.  
 My great grandmother quilted.  She gave my parents a quilt when they were married.  As children, we played Matchbox cars on that quilt.
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| My parents wedding quilt | 
 I started a quilt in college.  I didn't know what I was doing.  I bought  several fabrics and cut them into squares.  I never got any further  than that.  I don't know what happened to that fabric.
 In 2011, I signed up for a quilting class at my church.  I made my first quilt, a mini quilt.  I rushed so that I could show the finished quilt to my daddy at Thanksgiving.  The rest of the class hadn't even started to hand quilt theirs yet.  Thus, I taught myself how to hand quilt and bind.  My daddy was please that I finally wanted to learn sewing in some form.  
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| My daddy | 
 My father died from Alzheimer's in November 2009.  As a tribute to him and his mother, I wanted to find a Singer treadle sewing machine for myself, and sew on it.  In August/September 2010, I acquired three Singer treadle sewing machines in 4 weeks.  I have sewn on the first treadle, a Singer 15 series from 1896.  My daddy and my grandmother would have been so happy.
 
Your daddy was a handsome man, and I know he IS so proud of you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful tribute. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story. =) I wish my mom could see my quilts.
ReplyDeleteLovely stories! and the sewing traditions continue!
ReplyDeleteYour daddy is smiling down on you. I would be like you, wish I knew where that first machine was now. If we all could back up and punt sometimes. :)
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