On my last visit with my mom, she sent me home with two quilts from my maternal grandmother. I finally pulled these out of the bag to take a closer look, remembering the quilts from grandma’s guestroom beds.

I called dad to see if he knew any more about them. While he couldn’t remember the specific quilts, he recalls his mom (Mary Means Jordan) working on quilts with Aunt Helen (his Uncle Paul’s wife). Apparently, it was a neighborhood affair with a group of women sitting around a big wooden frame, sewing the patches. Dad reminisced that he’d get dropped off at Aunt Helen’s house when his mom was busy. There was nothing to do with no toys or other children to play with, so he was stuck watching her quilt with the other ladies. Dad’s quilting memories are from pre-school age through second grade. That puts the likely origin of these quilts in the early-to-mid 1940s. He said that the women made quilts as a Patriotic effort during WWII and donated them to the war effort.

My grandparents owned the Jordan Store in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania (pictured in the lower right), from the 1930s until the early 1970s. I remember the fabric section in the basement, which is likely the origin of some of the fabric.

This beautiful quilt has vibrant colors and is hand-quilted with a flower pattern.

Yet, it’s this quilt that holds a soft spot in my heart. I can picture it on the spindle bed I used to sleep in during my visits.

The colors are vintage and soft – looking at it feels like a warm hug.

I love the defining aqua accent colors.

The trouble is that this quilt isn’t in as good of shape as the first one. There are spots, the edges are frayed, and some of the squares are missing entirely.

I love quilts, but I prefer a down comforter on the bed. So the question is what to do with this treasure. Now that I’ve discovered it again, I hate to put it away but don’t know what to do with it. I’ve thought of hanging it on a quilt rack or mounting it on the wall, but it will continue to wear.

My latest idea is to cut out a section and have it matted and framed to hang in my bedroom. The thought of cutting into this makes me sad (and scares me). On the other hand, being able to look at this every day – preserved in part – seems like a happy thing.

I’d love to hear from folks who have experience with a project like this!