Annie and Olga, two sisters in San Antonio, recently contacted me. Their mom, Elida Cantu, had passed away two weeks prior, and when going through their mom’s things, they stumbled across three quilt tops and wanted to have them finished, an heirloom for each of them and for one of Mrs. Cantu’s granddaughters.
The quilts are truly stories of their family histories. There were pieces of communion dresses, remnants of home sewing projects, and pieces of their mom’s aprons in these quilts. There was taffeta, double-knit polyester, and an assortment of cottons. I was truly amazed that Mrs. Cantu was able to take a fabrics, which clearly were leftovers from other sewing projects, and make them into artful quilts.
I think we all have nightmares about the things our children will do with our things when we pass on. I suspect Nacho Baby will give my Liberty scraps to the animal shelter for rodent cages. Nacho Daddy will give my machines away to the first person who will haul them off. My thread will be tossed in the rubbish because after all, it’s just thread, right? Now that I think about it, I’m thinking my people might need to subscribe to my feed so that they can see how much I loved these things. And if I loved these things, then someone else will, too, right? Like I’ve always said (since Tuesday), it’s good to know what you love.
Really, though, you know we (quilters) are supposed to have one of our quilting pals in charge of distributing our sewing things (after we are not here to use them) to the people we want to have them. Rumor has it that it would be overwhelming for the layperson.
Do you have that person in your life? Right now, that person is my mom. Who is your person, or do you even have one?