Happy Father’s Day!

My dad, ca. 1929, Webb City, Missouri

It’s Father’s Day! I am blessed to have a terrific dad. We are planning to have breakfast with him (and my mom) before church this morning, but it is a nasty, stormy morning, so we will have to see how it goes. I have always loved this photo of my dad when he was a little guy. This was taken in the backyard of my great-grandmother’s house. He spent a lot of time there as a child. I am fortunate to have memories of her, and that very house, as well.


Dad’s Christmas quilt, 2013

I’ve made a couple of quilts for my dad, but I am not sure he ever has enough. I make them for him to use, and use them he does. The most recent one I made was for this past Christmas. It’s all flannels, and I managed to finish it at about 2:30 Christmas morning (nothing like being ahead of the game, right?) Since I was trying to keep it traditional in feel, it’s a basic checkerboard with a piano key border. I quilted it on my Bernina, but with every stitch, I vowed not to quilt another flannel piece at home. It weighed a ton and my machine ended up a mess! Worth it? If he’s enjoying it, you bet.



I found a few photos of the first quilt I made for my dad. It’s a 1930s repro churn dash block, set in a zigzag setting, using a yellow print for the zigzag. It has been well-loved. About a year ago I brought it home to make some repairs (his dog is also fond of it), and he was beside himself waiting for me to get it fixed. We tease him about it being his “yellow blankie.” Yeah, he likes it that much.

I finished it for him the Christmas we moved from Massachusetts back to Florida in December of 2001. I remember working on it in the car as we drove, my shingles-stricken three-year-old asleep in the backseat (heavily dosed with Benadryl). That was an especially difficult move, and I think having that quilt to work on probably kept me sane.

My hubs, on the porch of  Booker T. Washington's home, Tuskegee AL, 2013
My hubs, on the porch of Booker T. Washington’s home, Tuskegee AL, 2013

I am also blessed to have a terrific dad for my son. I could not have asked for a better husband. He has always been a hands-on kind of dad, and never (ok, rarely) shrank from parenting chores (even when things got messy!). He gets the benefit of all of the quilts I’v made for our bed, but has few that belong just to him.




For Daddy, 1999
For Daddy, 1999

Here’s a photo of a small piece I made for my husband way back when, with photos of him with our son, to commemorate his first year as a dad. See those little hands appliqued onto the quilt? Yes, they are the prints of The Boy when he was a sweet little one year old. Since he just turned 16, those little prints are especially sweet to me.

Bitty little hands...
Bitty little hands…sniff

How are you celebrating Father’s Day? Are you making a quilt in honor of a special dad in your life?