Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Treasure Tuesday

When my mom was sick, she always wrapped herself up in this quilt. It was old, raggedy, and not that attractive. But it was warm, soft and comforting.

After she died, I let my adoptive mom have the quilt. She and my mom were like sisters and I knew she would care for it and respect it better than I could at the time. Every time I would go back home to Tulsa I got to snuggle up in my mom's quilt.

Until recently, that was the only time I could enjoy it.

When Sandy (my adoptive mommy) came down a few weekends ago to help me get things in order for this new way of life we're dealing with, she brought me a present.

My mom's quilt. Now, not only can I snuggle up with it, but my kids get to as well. It's the closest they can get to snuggling up with their Grandma Lynnie and the closest I get to snuggling up with my sweet momma.

Got treasure? Faith is the keeper of the Treasure Tuesday list.

18 Comments:

At 5/23/2006 11:07 AM, Blogger Carol said...

Very precious! So much love wrapped up in a single quilt.

 
At 5/23/2006 11:23 AM, Blogger Susan said...

How precious! I want to see it when I come down!

Have I mentioned that I am coming down? Are you excited?

 
At 5/23/2006 11:56 AM, Blogger Sandra said...

That is so sweet. It's amazing how one item can have such amazing memories tied to it. It's a great treasure to have and one day pass down to your children :)

 
At 5/23/2006 12:02 PM, Blogger Sheri said...

What a lovely memory!

 
At 5/23/2006 12:15 PM, Blogger Overwhelmed! said...

I love quilts! What a sweet memory you have of this one.

So, I'm new to your blog (thanks to Faith) and when I have time I'll read more.

I've posted a treasure, stop by and take a peek.

 
At 5/23/2006 12:49 PM, Blogger Faith said...

I love it. My quilts were my treasure on time too!

 
At 5/23/2006 1:05 PM, Blogger Free In Christ said...

What an awesome treasure.

 
At 5/23/2006 1:43 PM, Blogger flipflop said...

I love quilts. Such a precious treasure.

 
At 5/23/2006 2:58 PM, Blogger Mom Nancy said...

I love quilts and the stories behind them. Thanks for sharing yours!

My treasure is up, too.

 
At 5/23/2006 3:39 PM, Blogger Kim from Hiraeth said...

Oh, you know I have to love this one!

There is nothing more personal than an old quilt with a history of family love, is there?

BTW, I think it's beautiful.

 
At 5/23/2006 4:13 PM, Blogger Sarah's In the Midst of It said...

There's nothing like an old quilt with memories, is there? I have an 85-year old one from my grandma--I slept under it for years, when we'd visit her, and she gave it to me for my high school graduation. Grayson already calls it "Mama's blankie" :) Sweet memories . . .

 
At 5/23/2006 5:26 PM, Blogger Faith said...

Just wanted you to know I'd be praying for you!

 
At 5/23/2006 7:45 PM, Blogger no_average_girl said...

awww, that's so precious! Isn't it amazing how "things" can carry such meaning with them and comfort us during down times?

 
At 5/24/2006 7:20 AM, Blogger Heather Ivester said...

I love your quilt! I inherited several quilts made by my husband's grandmother -- and they all hold such special memories for me -- I love looking at the hand stitching and wondering what she was thinking or listening to while she sewed. It's a beautiful legacy she's left us.

 
At 5/24/2006 7:41 AM, Blogger Kate said...

Awww how symbolic! I love love love symbolic things. Ok, now I feel like crying! I hope and pray you have seizure free day today.

 
At 5/24/2006 8:02 AM, Blogger Paula said...

I am so glad you're getting the quilt back. I pray you find comfort in the warmth of your special covering.

 
At 5/24/2006 8:31 AM, Blogger Linda said...

What a neat story! I'm new to your blog, but I am really impressed with how you approach life with faith, humor, and a positive attitude. I'm praying that God will shower His blessings on you. Stay strong and courageous--He is in control and will provide all that you need.

 
At 6/23/2006 7:50 AM, Anonymous Gem said...

How awesome! I have a quilt my grandmother had made for my mom out of old dresses and family clothes. My mom's family moved every few months or so, and she can trace their lives through the quilt "This is the shirts I made for the family when we lived in Shreveport, this is the dress Grandma made for my first day of school in California", etc. I don't know all the history, but knowing it's there is precious. I waffle between 'keeping it nice' in a rack on the wall, and knowing it was meant to be used and loved.

 

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