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Getting Lost in Time

Dresden quilt block

┬ęCoffee and Cotton


I have been hanging onto a stack of these Dresden blocks. I bought them at a vintage goods store. All are made from 1930’s/1940’s fabrics. Originals, not reproductions. Someone lovingly cut and pieced them together…unplugged. I think they were assembled incorrectly because I can’t seem to turn the edges evenly to applique {I think I may need to release part of their seams}. None-the-less they make me daydream.
Who was the woman or man that made the blocks? Was the clothing, that later became quilt material, worn by a farmer’s wife, a beloved child, a husband? Perhaps a more modern family dwelling in an urban area? Was the sewing interrupted by crying babies, cooking for family, heartaches? Why were they never assembled? Why did those related to the quilter not keep them?
See how my mind can go down paths and make up dreamy stories as I go? I did the same thing when I lived in 2 Victorian homes in the SF Bay. My mind’s eye would see women in long dresses walking along the beach or men in their Tweed pulling the horse and buggy up to the wood sided garage… all while I stood at my sink washing dishes.
Am I alone here? Does your mind easily wander go down paths of imagined history?

And what is life? A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt,
With here and there a square of blue
For some old happiness we knew;
And so the hand of time will take
The fragments of our lives and make,
Out of life’s remnants, as they fall,
A thing of beauty, after all

~ “A Crazy Quilt” by Douglas Malloch