Sewing has always fascinated me. I would sit under the quilt frames of my grandmother when I was young and play, thinking to myself, “When I grow up, I’m going to quilt.” I watched my mama mend clothes and patch things, but never really sew . The only formal training in sewing I had was in home economics class at Purvis High School. And from that training, I have taught myself quilting, and just about anything else I want to do.
My brother had colon cancer and had to undergo chemotherapy treatments in the hospital, 4 days at a time. One night, I had dream of making a quilt for him. This quilt would consist of family pictures so that we could be with him while he had his treatments! So when I got home from work, I gathered pictures of him doing the things he loved most: hunting, fishing, riding in his Bronco, spending time with family and enjoying family get-togethers.
I stayed up all night , then took it to work the next day, and by that afternoon, it was done all but hemming. Since it was the day he was to be admitted for his 4 day treatment, I wrapped the quilt up and went to his house. When I knocked on the door and he answered, he had a smirk on his face and wanted to know what I was doing there! I told him I had a surprise for him. He opened it up and tears rolled down his face! I told him it wasn’t finished, it was only pinned and I had just started to hem it. He said, “Well bring your needle and thread to the hospital and spend the night ‘cause you can’t have it back!!” From that time on, he took that quilt everywhere he went.
After seeing how much that quilt meant to my brother, I have made many more for cancer patients. Quilting is a dying art, and I look forward to teaching not only the skill, but the art of this craft to young people at The Country Schoolhouse.