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Monday, July 6, 2009

A Little Scrap Of A Story

A friend in San Antonio called me today to share a little story with me and see if I know where there is an olive farm out this way. Not sure of an olive farm but I'm going to ask around for her. I have written here about this friend before, we were neighbors when we were young and have always kept in touch. She admitted years later that she didn't need the cup of sugar she came to borrow she just wanted an excuse to meet me. I'm getting off the story here. She said a lady called her from a small town in Texas and said she had a box of scraps of material she had for years and had never opened. I don't think she remembered where she got them. She was cleaning house and started to pitch them but first dug to the bottom and found one quilt square with a name and a town on it. It is pretty in lavendar and white and still in good condition. The lady called some office in the town where my friend is from. They directed her to a cousin of my friend. She directed her to my friend and she called to tell her about the quilt square she had found and told her the story. It was a square my friend's mother had made before she was married and she has been dead for a long time. My friend figured it is around eighty years old. The lady sent it and my friend is going to frame it. The only problem is she has two daughters and they both want it. They may have to share it by taking turns having it. I have shortened it as I don't remember every detail of how the lady called and researched to find my friend and return her mother's old quilt square but I think it is neat that the lady took the time and didn't just throw this piece of history away. The two women are hoping to meet someday.

11 comments:

Martha said...

That is a neat story! How many people would take the time to do that? I hope they do get to meet someday.

garnett109 said...

cool

jack69 said...

Don't you just love a good story? Amazing the turn of events by a little (or more) investigating of someone.
There is a picture in my wife's famiy of her dad when he was about four. No body fusses over it the onlyh children left are two of her brothers and her, the picture is not in either of their homes. But resides with in-laws. I think my wife would like to have it some of the time. It is a little thing but I thought of it when you said the kids would have to share.
TAke care, hoping for cool and rain your way,
Sherry & Jack

Unknown said...

That is a very nice story, very kind of her to do that research. I hope the daughters can share well.

Lisa said...

Wow what a beautiful story. Too bad there aren't two quilt squares so each daughter could have one. Hugs,
Lisa in Kentucky

Carlene Noggle said...

ISN'T IT ODD HOW THINGS HAVE A WAY OF SOMETIMES FINDING THEIR WAY BACK HOME??? LOVED THIS STORY!
LOVE YA,
CARLENE

Martha said...

Hi again Paula. In response to your comment at my blog - It's easy at the moment for me to fit all the blogs in, I'm on summer break - no work right now! :-)

Sheila Y said...

That would be wonderful to have an heirloom like that. So nice of the lady to take the time to find her. I hope you are staying cool. I'm glad we are getting a little break from the extreme heat. Take care, Sheila

Jennifer said...

I love that story. It was very kind of the lady to go to all that trouble of finding your friend. Most people would've tossed it.
I hope her daughters can work something out.

Kelly said...

When something is found like this, it is just amazing to me, it has so much value, especially when it is so old. Not monetary value mind you, but it is of great value to family, priceless you might say. Ian wants to plant olive trees, but we think it gets too cold here for them.

Rose said...

this is a great story. I gave my soon to be ex daughter in law a crotchet blanket that my mom had started and I finished. I gave it to her when Dakota was born. I hope she still has it as she has a habit of tossing things in the trash. I wouldn't dare as for it back, but still it meant a lot to me.