During this holiday we had a full house one night which required getting out some extra blankets from the plastic storage bags in the closet.
After everyone left I was preparing to pack things away when suddenly this triggered some memories.
Yeah, I must be very nostalgic to reminisce over a blanket. It's a 60 year old quilt on a 60 year old bed.
Neither are heirlooms.
et was "store bought" with the stitching all done by machine. The bed was originally "blond" wood. The "bookcase" headboard was popular in the 1950s.
My Dad bought both for me on my 10th birthday. He had finally saved enough money from working multiple jobs to buy a 2 family house in Brooklyn. I would have my own room.
Until then I slept on a "studio couch" behind the washing machine in the alcove off the kitchen of our 3 room apartment.
I was better off than most since I was an only child which was an oddity itself in the baby boom era. Our downstairs neighbors had 4 girls sleeping on dual bunk beds in the same space.
Dad worked as a welder during the week 8-4. At night he was a typist for a mail order firm and was a temp worker at the Post Office during the holidays.
He also had a "Peddler's License" which allowed him to buy dry goods wholesale. He never had a sidewalk stand or cart, but sold to co-workers and neighbors at a modest markup and he let them buy on credit. That made him very popular.
My quilt was bought "wholesale."
When DH & I married ten years later, a few weeks before my 20th birthday, we furnished our apartment in "Early Marriage" taking hand-me-downs from anybody who offered. Dad suggested we take the bed. I used an "antiquing kit" on the blond wood.
For 25 years Joe and I slept on that "DOUBLE" bed. It wasn't even Queen size. Finally, we didn't fit on it very well anymore. My old bed was moved to a guest room. The children had all left home by then and we opted for something KING size.
Note, it didn't occur to either of us that maybe we should lose some weight. No, we just bought a much bigger bed.
I think about Dad a lot this time of year. He died on Dec 20, 1997. The memories and the comforter are comforting.
One more thing:
Our oldest grandson was looking through some albums. Here he was 7 months old visiting us in 1995.
Look at that! There's Dad's wholesale quilt.