Pieces of worn clothes, some worn through, some too new...too unused to be sliced into pieces. Cutting up the physical remnants of life that is dearly missed. Piecing them together, hoping to connect in some way with life passed on. Feeling His direction through her memory, and it begins to come together. More than a quilt...my own fragmented emotions that have felt so undone...beginning to come together. Refocusing, reassuring, connecting with lives removed.
Her work has become our treasure. Each piece of this quilt is a memory, and combined they tell a story of the love and life of a family.
In addition to shirt pieces, she cut off pockets and straps from pants and included them...
She didn't leave out some of Joie's old shirts...she's on here too.
The front flap of Ruth's purse. Joie found a stretched penny from the Palmyra trip tucked inside one of the pockets. We left it there.
We have pictures of them in so many of the shirts...it's easy to picture them when you look at the quilt.
It looks like I didn't get a great picture of Nick's old ties, but she cut them off and sewed them to the bottom...look closely i the picture below. (Do you feel like you're staring at a page out of an I Spy book?)
The knitted piece along the top is tied on and can be removed. It's Ruth's first knitting project. Joie said Ruth knit it for her as a scarf but she was just learning how to knit and even though it was too long she just kept going. Joie said it was too long for a scarf.
Thanks Esther for the memories. I understand she has a lot more pieces and quilts are in the works for Susan an my parents.