...and hung on a wall in the church sanctuary for some time as a reminder of God's goodness to us as a church family over a period of fifty years. After a time...it was removed...and I had no idea what might have happened to that quilt. One day I just happened by the church...and saw the quilt lying on the floor in the corner of a room. I decided then and there that it was coming home with me for safe-keeping...and so it did! For several years it has been wrapped and relegated to a storage closet. I pulled it out the other day...and took a closer look at our little piece of history...and the story it tells. There were 50 squares...and of those families represented...only twenty are still at our church. We live in a transient society...where no one stays put for any length of time...it seems.
I so enjoyed looking at the individual squares once more...and the stories they each tell.
A. Does this look like it was done by a school teacher?
B. They were dairy farming in our area...and now milk cows in Manitoba.
C. I love this quilt block...completed by a gal who is in the legal profession.
D. "As for me and my house...we will serve the Lord". The motto of a family where the sons are now grown and serving the Lord.
E. When they weren't around...we knew John and Molly were in Arizona.
F. He was the church drummer at one time...and moved with his family to Alberta.
G. He was the pastor...she played piano...and they now live in the eastern USA.
H. They grew fresh fruits, vegetables and hedging cedars.
I. This quilt block was completed by Frieda...who loved flowers and gardens...and is one of our 'quilting ladies'.
Those are just a few stories of the many I could share. The blanket was made fifteen years ago....the stories remain...though many of the people have moved on. I pulled it out for a reason. Our church is now sixty-five years old...and has been an important part of our lives. Both my husband and I have called it our church home for most of our lives. It is where we were baptized and married...and where are children were baptized. It's where we learned to sing...in choirs and groups...and where we formed rich friendships that have stood the test of time. We found love and comfort through the church family when we went through difficult times. Our church has meant much to us over the years...and so I thought a sixty-fifth anniversary was a good excuse to remember...and be thankful!
Oh...and if anyone is wondering what ever happened to the anniversary quilt..now you know. I'm quite willing to share it though.