I finished Great Grandmother’s Periwinkle quilt

Great Grandmother’s Periwinkle quilt

“I didn’t know about the quilt top until several years after Laura Goff had died. But my great-grandmother and I—the first and last of our family strand of oldest daughters—ended up sewing by hand on this same quilt.

      At the same time, I was drawn deeper into my family’s history.

      Born shortly after the Civil War, in a Guthrie County log cabin west of Monteith, Laura Jordan was already a fourth-generation Iowan, but the first born in the state. When she grew up and became a country schoolteacher, Laura bought a gold watch so she could ring the school bell to call the children to class on time.

      When Great Grandmother Laura died in 1962 (I was a freshman in college), the Periwinkle quilt top lay folded in a closet in the little house on N. 4th Street in Guthrie Center.

All four of us are the oldest daughter in our family: me, Mom (Doris Neal), Grandma Leora Wilson, Great Grandmother Laura Goff, Guthrie Center, Iowa, 1950s

      In 1890, when Laura married Milton Sheridan “Sherd” Goff, she had to retire from teaching. She no longer needed the gold watch so she traded it to her father for something she needed more—a cow.

      No one wanted the quilt top of colorful pointy patches, set together with ecru octagons, with raw seams underneath. Well, the angle of the diamond-shaped pieces wasn’t quite right. The thing would not lie flat. As the quilter in the family, I was offered the curiously lumpy thing. . . . “

The entire story was first published in Grit Magazine, September 19, 1999, and also aired on Our American Stories in March 2021. 

This story is in Chapter 4 of The Immigrant and the Outlaw: A Collection of Stories from America’s Heartland. Available from Amazon.com and Amazon.uk.

This shows the spiderweb hand quilting in the octagons and bird shapes in the border.

You may also find Laura Arminta (Jordan) Goff’s stories in Chapter 5 of Meadowlark Songs: A Motherline Legacy. See Amazon.com and Amazon.uk.

8 comments

    • Bless you, Dave. These stories are from decades ago, but they still have legs. (Hey, my #aginggratefully legs carried me on a 3-block mosey just now.)

  1. I remember my Granny making quilts. To get her material she used to go up on foothill above Capulin. Before we ever had a county dump, people used to go up there just dump their trash. This often times included worn out jeans and shirts. She’d gather them all up, wash them, cut them up, and they’d make patchwork quilts.

    She had a frame that she kept in a back room (Unassembled of course), screw it together, and she was in business.

    I’d kill to have one of her quilts today.

    • What a great story, except for the part that you don’t have one of them. Dad’s mother and sisters were the real quilters, so each cousin got their own when they were married. I also have the one Grandma Neal made for my folks when they were married! Her quilts were made from scraps from sewing dresses, etc.

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