Every Quilt Tells a Story

An Heirloom is a physical object saved and treasured by our ancestors and passed down for generations.  We encounter many objects over a life time, saving some for pure enjoyment and others for sentimental reasons.  Packed away and revisited – they conjurer up the emotions that made them special in the first place.  Stories shared about the object give it life and meaning and become a means to share and document our lives with future generations.  Revisiting the treasured objects of the deceased brings them back to us for a moment.

Quilts are familiar family heirlooms.  They embody the love and devotion of the quilt maker.  Antique quilts that have survived 50-100 years have done so because they were special; beyond all the time spent stitching and quilting, they had more meaning than a bed cover.  Each one tells a story.  Why was it made and for whom?  Who has cared for it over the years?

I’d like to share the story of 3 heirloom quilts.

The Quake Quilt

The Quake Quilt, as I call it, is a quilt made by my Great Grandmother, Maude C. (Rumping) Rasmussen with the help of my Grandmother, Eleanor A. (Vennes) Owen probably in 1936.  It has 30 appliquéd butterflies outlined with an embroidered blanket stitch.  Several of the butterflies contain embroidered dates of earthquakes and aftershocks that took place in Helena, Montana in 1935.

Imagine Eleanor and Maude designing, choosing fabrics, sewing, embroidering and quilting this treasure, it must have been very satisfying and I am sure it deepened the bond between them. Eleanor and I crocheted a granny square afghan together in the 70’s; mailing yarn and completed squares to each other.  It was great fun and a great memory.

Maude was living in Helena at the time, this is all I have of her memories of the quakes.  They definitely made an impact on her life, memorialized in her quilting artwork.   What extent of damage did she experience?  The picture below in Eleanor’s scrapbook shows a friend’s house, leading me to believe Maude’s escaped extensive damage.  I am eager to research more of Maude’s experience in the 1935 Helena earthquakes.

From Eleanor’s scrapbook, Helena, MT earthquake 10/31/1935

The Quake Quilt was given to my sister, who graciously gave it to me 30 some years ago.  I displayed it for years, now it is safely packed away but treasured all the same.

The Lost/Found Quilt

In response to the September Genealogy Blog Party Lost&Found I am posting  this beautiful quilt.

This is an heirloom quilt that has lost its story, how sad is that?  I found this beautiful Double Wedding Ring quilt at an antique show in Denver this summer.   The information provided by the seller was obvious: “Double Wedding Ring, 30’s fabrics in rings with white centers, hand pieced and hand quilted, orange gingham binding, white back – pieced, very little fading, some small stains, scalloped perimeter”

It is clear to me it was well-loved and cared for.  It has me asking so many questions:  Who made it?  Was it made for a wedding or an anniversary?  The double wedding ring pattern is not the easiest to make, it requires a lot of time and mindfulness – love.  Was it made in Colorado where I bought it?  Why was it sold and who sold/gave it away?  With no documentation, can it ever find its way home again?

I really don’t know how to go about finding this quilt’s family, so for now, I have adopted it. I bought this on a day spent with my daughter-in-law, Jess, it will always remind me of our time together and the joy we shared ‘antiquing’.  And so its story continues….

The Lucy J Brewer Quilt

This is a quilt made by my Great Grandmother, Lucinda Jane (Gee) Brewer.  Is is an unfinished crazy quilt top approximately 36″x 45″. Lucinda (Lucy) died in 1930, I believe she made this exquisite little quilt around 1916.  She embroidered her initials above the center flower and her husband’s (Charles W. Brewer) below.  Charles died in 1915.

My father had this quilt for years, he framed and displayed it proudly.  Many years ago, knowing of my passion for quilts, he gave it to me.  Now, I proudly display it in my home, memorializing the love between by great grandparents.

Heirlooms document our history and our stories.

Hang on to the heirlooms, visit with and share them often.

What heirlooms do you have in your possession and what stories do they tell?   Won’t you share them with me? I’d love to hear from you.

 

 

Happy Birthday – Sarah (Sadie) Helen Murphy

September 18th is the 124th anniversary of my paternal grandmother’s birthday.  Sarah Helen Murphy was born in Aspen, Colorado in 1893, the 3rd of 6 living children born to John Joseph Murphy (about 1861 – 6/23/16) and Maria (pronounced Mariah) (Moore) Murphy (about 1868 to 5/15/1908)

According to the Aspen Historical Society: by 1893, Aspen was a booming silver town with 12,000 people, six newspapers, two railroads, four schools, three banks, electric lights, a modern hospital, two theaters, an opera house, and a very small brothel district. In 1893 the repeal of the Sherman Silver Act demonetized silver and marked Aspen’s decline as a mining town.

The family lived in Victor, CO for a short time.  ‘The discovery of gold in Victor and Cripple Creek, in the late 19th century  produced the second largest gold mining district in the country.  In August of 1899, a five-hour fire destroyed the entire business district. The town had about 18,000 residents at the time.’ [Wikipedia]  Sadie was almost 6 and she remembers standing on the hill and watching the town burn.

Sadie’s mother and the child died in childbirth on May 15, 1908 in Roswell, CO (now incorporated into Colorado Springs).  As the oldest daughter, Sadie took over the cooking and caring for her 2 younger sisters and brother.  She was 14 years old.  The 1910 Census shows the family living in Roswell, Colorado; all the children, but Sadie were attending school and her father worked for the railroad.

Life did not get any easier for the family when John passed away in  June of 1916.  Sadie was just 22 years old.  She married Perry Deeter in October of 1916 – he was 20 years her senior.  Perry died in the 1918 Spanish flu epidemic.

Sadie Murphy (end) and ? ? 1918

On July 6, 1920 Sadie married my grandfather, Henry Otis Brewer in Pueblo, CO. They settled at 1928 E Monument Street in Colorado Springs and after several miscarriages/still births, my father was born in 1927.  In 1931 Sadie and Otis adopted a baby girl.   They struggled raising their family during the depression years but managed to keep food on the table and the mortgage and property taxes paid.

Sadie was a devout Catholic who walked to church almost every Sunday and sent her children to St Mary’s Catholic school.  She was a member of the Catholic Daughter’s of America, the VFW Ladies Auxiliary Post 101 Colorado Springs, CO; a member and officer of the Knob Hill Community Club and prominent in 4H work.

She passed away of heart failure December 14, 1968 as she sat in her chair reading her prayer-book and saying her nightly prayers.  She was 75 years old.

My brothers and sister and I were fortunate to have lived close by and spent a lot of time with Sadie and Otis.  I am very thankful for that.

My grandmother kept all of her photos loose and in the bottom storage space under the fold down couch.  We used to go through them on evenings when we spent the night.  I do not know what happened to all those pictures after my grandfather died and the house sold.  If I had a few, I would show them to you.

What questions do you wish you would have asked your grandparents?  I wish I knew how my grandparents met.

 

 

 

Grandparents Day 2017 – Brewer

Otis and Sadie Brewer, my beloved paternal grandparents, immeasurably enriched my and my siblings lives.  Their love was boundless and we loved them right back.  They did not have a lot of money but did not seem to need a lot of fancy possessions in a big house.  It wasn’t until I was an adult, that I realized how “poor” they were and how hard their lives had been.

Otis & Sadie Brewer with Dottie, Jack, Connie & Pattie Brewer. about 1958

Most of our Sunday dinners were at their home at 1928 E Monument, Colorado Springs, CO.  We lived about 15 miles away in Security, CO.   Sadie was an incredible cook, having cooked for a boarding house as a young woman in the 1920’s.

1928 E Monument, Colorado Springs, CO

Fresh baked bread or rolls and a heavenly homemade cake or pie were standard on the menu.  I remember standing at the kitchen table watching Grandma knead the bread and shape the rolls for baking every Sunday.  As a young mom, I too, made fresh bread and rolls for my family, having learned the secret at her table. (psst…the secret is LOVE and doing it)

Otis, Jack, Connie Brewer and Buck

Otis contributed to the meals from his abundant garden.  Corn on the cob, green beans, beets and carrots all made their way to the table.  In the summer there were fresh strawberries for Grandma’s shortcake.  My siblings and I loved to forage through the garden for snacks, fresh and warmed from the sun.  Granddad had a spigot in the middle of the garden, and we pulled carrots, washed them off and ate them.  His strawberry patch was huge and mature, it produced large quantities of large, sweet berries.  And while we are on the subject of the garden, he also had a HUGE compost bed where he cultivated worms for his favorite pastime – FISHING.

LOVE TO FISH

Here are a few pictures of time spent at their house.

1928 E Monument – Connie, Pattie & Steve Brewer about 1961
Jack Brewer birthday boy, Julie, Tommy and Joan Canfield, Connie and Pattie Brewer. 1958

How about you?  What special memories do you have of your grandparents on this 2017 Grandparents Day?  Leave me a message!

Faye Franklin passed away

September 5, 1971, Faye Franklin Owen passed away in Thermopolis, WY of lung cancer, he was 6 days shy of 74.

He rests in Monument Hill Cemetery in Thermopolis, Hot Springs County, WY

A Man of Few Words – Faye Owen

I spent many summers with my grandparents in Thermopolis, WY.  My grandmother would go to work at the Wyoming Gas Company each morning, and Grandpa and I would spend our days together.   He would read, I would sew, read and play in the yard.  I don’t recall that we exchanged too many words.  But the silence was comfortable and full of love.  Grandma came home for lunch and we would eat and listen to Paul Harvey on the radio.  After Paul Harvey was off the air, the silence was excruciating – I could hear every swallow of food the 3 of us made!  I guess I was a girl of few words as well.

My Grandfather, Faye Franklin Owen, was born 120 years ago on September 11, 1897 in Vernon, WI.

His family moved westward until they were in Basin, WY in 1910.

Here’s an idea of what Basin was like at the turn of the century.