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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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