According to my sister (6 years older), my grandmother made this quilt when I was born. Does that me vintage too? No, that makes my sister ‘vintage’ but not me! She can date it because she remembers our Dad delivering library books (2nd job) in our station wagon and I would be wrapped in blankets and topped by this quilt riding in one of the library boxes in the back! That continued with my brother when he was born six years later. We loved delivering books with Dad! Car seats weren’t invented then (I’m still not considered ‘vintage’).
Apparently, it remained in Dad’s vehicles for years and used while watching the ring of fire and fireworks and/or picnicking at Conesus Lake. I can’t remember the quilt but do remember the book deliveries and stopping for a half moon cookie (half black and white chocolate icing). I remember fireworks and the ring of fire but not picnicking. Oddly enough, I remember our picnic basket but not actually ever picnicking.
The quilt was hand pieced then zig zag stitched for speed. It’s hard to believe it’s been through so much and still looks great hanging on my sister’s wall!
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