Loving their church and wanting to help meet its needs in the days called The Depression, the ladies of the Lexington church devised a way to put their sewing abilities to good use. They sought out congregants who would sign their names on white squares of material for twenty-five cents per name. Then the signature-filled squares were embroidered with the then popular red thread and were pieced together to form memory quilts. Many of the signatures were those of VMI cadets who all too soon would be called upon to enter WWII. We have one of those quilts. When I look at it I wonder what became of those fine young men of military bearing. I am thankful that they came to church and that they heard of God’s redemption through Jesus Christ.
Other quilts traced the pattern of my life: the one made of woolen suit samples from the country general store where Daddy worked before I was born; the one Mother had pieced from scraps of dresses (with matching bloomers) she had made for us; the wonderful many-colored one the ladies at George’s first church gave us when we moved into the manse fresh out of the seminary.
More than fifty years later I marveled at the beauty of the red, white and blue quilts crafted by loving hands and presented to grandson Peter and other patients at a military hospital.
My dear Aunt Minnie’s dedicated lifetime was reflected in her quilting. For years she had put together the pieces to form quilts for each beloved granddaughter. They were stored neatly on a closet shelf, each labor of love bearing a slip of paper with the recipient’s name penned to it. The gifts were to be given only after Aunt Minnie’s death - a love-sewn legacy.
It is God’s desire that good things, along with truth, be passed on to future generations:
“A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” Proverbs 13:22
Other quilts traced the pattern of my life: the one made of woolen suit samples from the country general store where Daddy worked before I was born; the one Mother had pieced from scraps of dresses (with matching bloomers) she had made for us; the wonderful many-colored one the ladies at George’s first church gave us when we moved into the manse fresh out of the seminary.
More than fifty years later I marveled at the beauty of the red, white and blue quilts crafted by loving hands and presented to grandson Peter and other patients at a military hospital.
My dear Aunt Minnie’s dedicated lifetime was reflected in her quilting. For years she had put together the pieces to form quilts for each beloved granddaughter. They were stored neatly on a closet shelf, each labor of love bearing a slip of paper with the recipient’s name penned to it. The gifts were to be given only after Aunt Minnie’s death - a love-sewn legacy.
It is God’s desire that good things, along with truth, be passed on to future generations:
“A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” Proverbs 13:22