I was looking for some thread to match a torn sweater the other day. And in desperation the Future Farmkids and I started digging through our Aunt Margaret’s sewing basket.
In addition to being a feisty spinster Farmgirl, Aunt Margaret was a talented seamstress and quilt maker. [My favorite pictures are of her and a group of women who literally moved an old farmhouse, jacked it up, put it on wheels and toted it by tractor across the road…while the men were at War.]
We ended up with quite a few of her quilts. But it’s always fun to dig through a treasure box.
First, we found a bunch of wooden spindles, which were a marvel to my kids. So were the thimbles, which I attempted to define. Then there were more needles — nickel with gold eyelets — than I’ll ever use.
We also found pinking sheers and other sewing implements in their original boxes, probably from the 40s or 50s.
But buried near the bottom was a real treasure. In an old Penny’s brown paper bag was what looked like cloth remnants. But when I pulled out the cloth, I could see that it was the beginnings of a dress or apron.
I’d like to say I’ll finish it…but I’m no Aunt Margaret. The last time I did any serious sewing was in Jr. high Home Ec. I distinctly remember making a pair of sweatpants in my school colors. They were meant for me, but my measurements were off. The were well made, but they fit my dad.
Why did the women move the farm house? And who’s tractor was it?Definitely a picture I’d like to see sometime.
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They had to move it to make way for I-74 in Indiana, southeast of Indianapolis.
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Why did the women move the farm house? And who’s tractor was it?Definitely a picture I’d like to see sometime.
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They had to move it to make way for I-74 in Indiana, southeast of Indianapolis.
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