Heirloom From An Angel

I had plenty of stories about my family’s roots. What I didn’t have was something tangible

- Gloria Urian, Huntington, West Virginia

One day I entered an antiques shop and saw the most enchanting bedroom on display. The white iron bed was heavy with pieced and appliquéd quilts. A bow tie pattern stitched in a palette of blues. Flowers created with vibrant pinks and greens. Patchwork quilts and quilts with girls in sunbonnets. Next to the bed was an open pie safe chest overflowing with bolts of fabric. Beautiful calico I could dye or print on. Polished cotton. Atop the cozy bed sat a wicker basket with spool after spool of bright threads. Hanging above it was a sign with the words blessed are the piecemakers. The scene pulled me in like a good story; I wanted to live there.