Twenty years ago, when I was a junior in high school, I made this afghan. I made an afghan most every year from when I was about 13 until after I graduated from college. You might wonder about the initials. Yeah, I’ve changed my name a couple of times. Now I carry my mother’s maiden name – the family name I chose in college – and Hubby’s name. I’ve made sure to make the changes with clear legal paper chases. You never know when some ancestor will be tracing the history of great-great-great Aunt Snakelady. Did you know you can suppress your original birth certificate when you change your name? Wow. The Mormons would go nuts.
I also have the patchwork quilt my great-great grandmother Allie (Bursee) Quiggle (along the umbilical line as its called – my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother made it) when she was 17, for her hope chest. It’s too fragile to use, a hand-stitched patchwork quilt, but I have it carefully folded away. I consider it a family heirloom.
Perhaps one day I’ll box these two afghans together and send them along to a great-great niece. There are serious downsides to not having children and one of them is who you pass your family pieces to.
This the second post in my “family history” tags (see the right hand column if you’re at the blog site itself) I’ll be chronicling my search for my family history and the project I’m working on as I go. I will be protecting the privacy of all living members of my family.
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