Aunt Bill Rambles about Quilt Display

A few weeks ago I told you about a woman what come here and wanted to talk about old quilts.  Would you believe she come here again last week and wanted some quilts to show in their display? You ort to a seen the ones she wanted.  I can’t believe the quilts she took — wadd’n nair one of ’em pretty quilts.  They’s the ones we had to sleep under when wuz  growin’ up.  One made out’n fertilizer sacks and one made out’n tobacco sacks.  I wuz ashamed of what Billie let her take off to show.  We’ve got some right pretty quilts, but she didn’t want them.

Feed Sack Quilt

They’ve asked Billie to do the program at the Albertville Museum next Saturday (Sept. 21  — 10 o’clock)) and I’ll go with her, but I don’t guess they’ll ast me to say nair word.  Atter this woman and her friend left I found the first quilt Billie ever made using a pattern and I’ve got hit a sunnin’ to get it to smell fresher.  You know, there ain’t no smell like that of old quilts.  Hit’s made out’n feed sacks, but right pretty.  The quiltin’ stitches is the worst you’ve ever seen.  Y, you could get your toes hung in them stitches. Most times way back when — and people needed quilts — they wuz pieced on newspaper using just nar scraps left over from making dresses  shirts and whatever.

String Quilt Pieced on Newspaper squares

Now days women what quilt go out and buy the material.  Y, today some quilts is machine quilted — I ain’t never seen the beat.  To set and quilt is lots of pleasure — I can set and quilt all day, but when hit comes to gittin’ up and sweepin’ my back goes to hurtin’.

If you see me at the quilt display, stop by and speak — after all this is country living.