9 Blocks

A year ago or more we took my mom deep into the south part of Mississippi to attend a family reunion luncheon.  Daddy had long ago stopped travelling and would manage by himself for a few days with his dogs and frozen meals.


Mom and her 3 siblings are all still alive, and a first cousin was hosting a big pot luck style meal.  While at the home of my aunt, talking about quilts and fabric, she dug out a quilt top that had never been finished into a quilt and gave it to me thinking my grandmother had made it.  Before we left though she changed her mind and said that Nanny hadn't made it.  By then it was packed in the back of my car and I wasn't unpacking.


I have a quilt that my Nanny made anyway.  She loved that double knit fabric, or at least she had plenty of it.  Her quilt has been on MyJamie's bed for a long time now.


Some time in the grief I asked MyFella to help me, that I needed to at least try to do something one night, or two, or something. All the sitting, the crying, the grief, it doesn't go away but maybe I could make myself do something for a few minutes.


So he pulled back out the 9 block.  He's put a thinner batting on it and bought a sheet for the bottom.  He put it on a quilt rack that fits in the living room and I tied knots in it. I was never going to truly hand stitch, hand quilt it but we thought I could tie the knots in it.  In the last week he turned down the sides and this weekend he hemmed it for us.



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