Quilts are not just made of old rags found in the attic or cellar,
They are a tapestry of History and events.
They are, you might say, a type of photo album,
To be interpreted by only those who took part in living in those memories.
I didn’t realize this and never would have
except on one cold Sunday afternoon in February
the whole family had the same idea
to camp out in the living room.
All of the readily available quilts and blankets were quickly snatched up
So for my comforter, I went to the hall closet,
pulling out an old quilt, not knowing the amount of memories and history
that was so neatly folded into a square package.
I rolled up in it and laid down next to my 14 year old daughter
She looked at it and exclaimed, “That’s my old dress!
I remember wearing that one, I liked it so much.”
Before long, we were all picking out swatches.
Dresses, shirts and even blankets that brought back
all sorts of memories of the past.
Things I had forgotten or never knew.
Stories, from a child’s point of view.
An unexpected time of remembrance.
A time to slip back into our past
and relive for a moment
the things that bonded us together as a family.
So are the threads that bond and sew a family together, like quilts!
Little snatches of rags, ripped and torn
and stitched with love will give a blanket of warmth
all the way to the heart.
by Ron Richter
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