|61 years old, 17" x 17" |
My mother made this for me when I was six-years-old. There is more to the story that I will tell later. The store-bought toys I got then are all gone, broken, destroyed, discarded.
I hung this on a cold, crisp, sunny day to air.
I love this little quilt. It has batting inside. The other side is identical. I allowed my two older children to see and feel this briefly at different times over the years during their childhoods. Forty-years ago, I thought this was too fragile to play with. Today, I think it would not last long. It won't stay in the sun long today. The colors are as bright as they were the Christmas in 1952 when I received it from Santa.
Do you have "toys" made for you by your mother or friend or relative, toys that you cherish? Tell me the story, please.
I have many items made for me by both my parents.
Edit: My mother used a scrap for the quilt because even though you cannot see it, there is a seam in the quilt. She used what she had and bought nothing for this. Even though I did not have anything but joy and love for her, I now have a new emotion. I am eternally grateful for her efforts to make my life a joy even though she struggled to find ways to do so.
It is your turn to share cherished hand-made, home-made items from your parent or someone you know.