“My friend Tami has MS (multiple sclerosis). My mother and I went to visit her last fall, and knowing I enjoy quilting, she asked her husband to bring out the quilt she had in the closet. What he laid before me was astonishing—tiny hexagons of fabric all neatly stitched together by hand. I couldn’t stop looking at it and was amazed that someone would, or could, put that much time and detail into a quilt top. Tami told me her aunt had made the quilt top many years ago. Her aunt never married, nor did she have kids, so she had all kinds of time to sew.
I didn’t have my camera with me that day, and the quilt began to haunt me. When I was writing up my Christmas cards, I put a note in Tami’s card telling her I’d be happy to finish that quilt for her, if she trusted me with her treasure. A message came from my mother a few days later that Tami would love for me to do that.
So when I was back in town on Christmas Eve, I stopped by Tami’s house. She joked that she thought she was going to have to tackle me to convince me to finish her special quilt. Her husband once again placed the special quilt in my hands, this time to make it into something she could proudly display and pass down to her family.
I took the quilt to a local quilt shop, and the ladies there were as amazed as I was. One of them estimated it was made in the 1930s, and was worth a hefty sum of money. So, now I have the daunting task of making the rest of the quilt live up to the standards of the original work.”
Posted by Christine N. Brown, American Quilter magazine editor-in-chief