Quilts

My grandmother made quilts.  She made many many quilts.  She made large quilts that fit large beds and small quilts for little babies.  She made fancy ones, themed ones, and simple quilts.  My grandmother could take any kind of fabric and turn it into a piece of something greater. My grandmother showed her love through her quilts.  She passed down her legacy within her quilts.  She expressed  her creativity through her quilts.  She warmed bodies, hearts, and souls with her fabulous magical quilts.  She made them unselfishly.  Each one specifically crafted to enrich another person’s life.

I honestly have no idea how many people she has touched and impacted with the work she has done.

When I was a kid all I  knew was my great dinosaur quilts that Ma Kip made for me.  I went to other kid’s houses and I never saw anything as kool as the one I had.  The one that my grandma made just for me.  Now that I am grown I have the quilt that she made for me when I went off to college. It is a bit shaggy and tattered now, but I know that it was made just for me.

When I stop and think about it, I get saddened knowing that my kids will never have a quilt crafted by Ma Kip for themselves.  She won’t ask them what colors they want, if they want designs on both sides or any of the discovery questions the spark that creative process that is always so skillfully completed by those beautiful, frail, brown fingers.

I am an Aquarius and I love this season.  Lately is has been quite bitter-sweet though.  My grandmother passed Jan 31, 2010.  5 days before my birthday.  I miss her.  She loved me.  I will always have my quilt.

Ma Kip

KJK

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That was beautiful Joey! I love and miss that lady. I'll always remember those hours I spent just sitting on the couch talking with her. Trying to soak in all the wisdom I could lol. It's always a bittersweet feeling driving down Joe Orr Rd., knowing she's no longer over there. But I'm sure she's as proud of you as she ever was!