A 52-Week Photo Journey

… Mary Nell Moore's Photography


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Week 50 – #36. Stitched Together

I love old handmade quilts and have managed to collect quite a few over the years. I have fond childhood memories of my Mother, Grandmother and lady members of our little church meeting once a week for a quilting bee, and I still have some of those old quilts in my collection. The photo of the one below, which I keep on a guest bed, is of the pattern Miss Sunbonnet. According to research I did, quilt blocks of Miss Sunbonnet began showing up as early as the 1800s, but popularity with crafters only began to grow after the publication of the Sunbonnet Babies Primers in the early 20th century. This pattern is also known as Dutch Doll, which I have always known it as. To make a quilt, the pattern was sewn and attached to individual quilt blocks, which were then “stitched together” by hand to make a quilt top. The finished quilt top was then placed atop a roll of cotton and a large piece of fabric for the back. The entire piece was then placed in a large quilting frame around which ladies sat and hand stitched with small even stitches to hold it together. It’s a labor of love.Week 50 - 36. Stitched Together

 

 

 


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4. Wrinkles

I have a friend in my hometown who is very involved in social activities and the Community Center in her little community high atop Signal Mountain, TN. While visiting with her, she said she was going to the Community Center because a group of ladies were meeting there for a Quilting Bee. When she asked if I would like to go, I jumped at the chance…with camera in hand, of course. Not surprised, I met the most wonderful, charming group of ladies that day who shared alot of laughter, passed alot of wisdom around their quilt and who in addition shared fellowship over lunch. Noticing the wrinkled arthritic hands of some of the ladies made me think about how much love and care those hands had given to their friends and families over the years. It also reminded me of Quilting Bees I attended with my Mother and Grandmother as a little girl in the basement of our little country church. Thanks for the memories, ladies.