Walking up and down the first isle were the quilts of yesteryear. These quilts conjure up the memories of staying at grandmas house on fall and winter nights. For me really when I went up into the Texas hill country in early spring to spend the month with my grandparents. (In early spring in Texas the hill country can get down right cold!) Remember snuggling up under the old quilts that grandma would bring out? Everyone can remember how they smelled, too. Cant you?
While laying under mine I had always thought that I would make a bunch of my own someday so that they could be passed down from generation to generation. (Well really so I did not have to share mine with my cousin!) I have made a lot of my own. My husband is curled up under his favorite right now! I can just see my grandchildren curled under their favorites also! Just like my sisters and cousins and me at my grandmothers.
I know that you are smiling! You are remembering Christmas aren't you! Me, too!
Here are the pictures of those wonderful quilts: