When I was a little girl, this is the only quilt I remember having in our home that we used. I think it was made by someone on my Mom’s side of the family. The only information on the quilt is the A-53 embroidered into one corner block. My parents married in 1954. Perhaps it was a wedding quilt. Perhaps it was made by my Great Aunt Ada who married my Great Grandpa Emanuel Lundquist after my Great Grandma Grace Honor Bushman died. I simply don’t know. It could have been made by my Grandma Ruby. No one ever talked about who made it.
I remember spreading it on the floor and playing on it, picking my favorite fabrics. I loved the soft navy pieces pictured below. That fabric was very thin and worn in some places.
Quilts like this, made in the 1950s were usually made from scraps of clothing. It’s fun to look at the pieces and imagine where they came from.
I found this quilt years later, in the back of my brother’s truck. He was using it to wrap and protect pieces of farm equipment. I took it from him and tried to save the quilt. By then, the insides were on the outside. It looks like the batting was pieced from flannel sheets or dish towels.
This quilt has been kept safe in my cedar chest all these years. It’s really damaged and worn beyond repair. I’ve spread it out here to take some photos for the memories of it. After I’m gone, no one will remember that it was once a dear part of our family. It will go to quilt heaven. But for now, I remember and love it still.
This is the faded fabric on the back.
