We lost a dear quilting friend last week. Unfortunately we have lost several ladies from our guild in the last year. Most recently Pat Mattix left us, she was such a joy to be around and I couldn’t wait for her next story. She made beautiful quilts and was a retired kindergarten teacher (who doesn’t love a kindergarten teacher!). This beautiful poem was give to us at her service and I thought it would be something you might appreciate.
Like A Patchwork Quilt
Life isn’t given us all of a piece,
It’s more like a patchwork quilt.
Each hour and minute a patch to fit in,
To the pattern that’s being built.
With some patches gay and some patches dark,
And some that seem even dull,
But if we were given to set some apart,
We’d hardly know which to cull.
For it takes the dark patches to set off the light,
And the dull to show up the gay,
And somehow the pattern just wouldn’t seem right,
If we took any part away.
No, life isn’t give us all of a piece.
But in patches of hours to use.
That each might work out his own pattern of life,
To whatever design he choose.
When ever losing a quilting friend I brings back memories of Mom. Mom was my best quilting friend, she taught me so much and I miss her terribly. When she left this world I created this memorial for her. I am sure that she and Pat have hooked up in heaven and are quilting together.
Mom has completed her greatest quilt of all time, it is the masterpiece that will hang in the Lord’s house. It is a work of art that has been painstakingly completed through all of her life. My guess it the quilt is predominately blue, mom’s favorite color. I see the blue of her eyes and the blue of the sky throughout it. A white background would set off all of the pure colors she loved. It has to have plenty of pink in it as well and would include lots of flowers of all colors, especially all of the wild flowers of Montana. Lots of green leaves and 4-leaf clovers are scattered through out the quilt. The bright yellow of the sun is reflected in the blocks and will bring brightness and cheer to all who enter God’s house, and will be comforted by her masterpiece.
This quilt is a sampler quilt with each block being different and representing a different part of her life. Tons of flowers in all colors of the rainbow represent all of the people in her life. Each flower represents someone she has touched by teaching them to sew, make a quilt, upholster a chair, or selling them a part for a John Deere. The 4-leaf clovers represent the years she spent in 4-H and at Cloverleaf Farms, haying, horsing around or her least favorite chore, moving irrigation pipe. A border of rail fence blocks surround the hay fields and keep the Belgians from running loose.
Some where in the quilt she has managed to work in a log cabin, castle wall, Dutchman’s puzzle, and she has surrounded the whole thing with delectable mountains A school house block represents all the years she spent teaching. Teaching came natural to her as she spent countless hours as a 4-H leader and as a sewing and quilting teacher at the college. A trip around the world represents her love to travel, either with her family or to a quilting event around the country. She has used ever kind of star imaginable but the ones most precious to her are the friendship stars.
A large double wedding ring is the center focus of the quilt and shows the commitment and love she had for Bob, her husband, caregiver and business partner. Each of the rings in the double wedding ring is made up of lots of fabric pieces in a variety of color representing the members of her large family that meant so much to her. Each corner of the quilt has a 4 patch block representing her 4 strapping grandsons sh was so proud of.
The quilting is done with gold and silver thread, which represents the sparkle in her eye and her infectious smile.
Somewhere on the quilt is a beautiful butterfly that represents Mom herself. A butterfly lights beside you and for a moment brings joy and excitement and you don’t know how long it will stay. For a brief moment its glory and beauty belongs to our world but then it flies away. Though we wish it could have stayed longer we feel lucky to have enjoyed it in our world.