I guess takes not feeling well to realize my most favorite quilt lays over the headboard of my bed. I managed to get a cold last week. Usually not a big deal, but since I take biologic drugs for rheumatoid arthritis, I have a compromised immune system. Last time I got a cold I would up with pneumonia. Anyway, going to bed and trying to do all the right things so I don’t get sick for Thanksgiving.
As a kid, whenever I got sick, I always wanted Oma’s quilt. I found comfort in this quilt and swore it made me feel better. I would always say to my Mom as a kid, “I want Oma’s blanket”. This quilt was not one that she regularly used or kept out. It was always put away, but Mom always got it out for me when I was sick.
This quilt is very old. I am not sure how old, but I remember it from when I was little. I remember being in Germany and sleeping with this quilt. Every day, Oma would hang them on the window ledge to air them out (I also remember pushing one of the ledge once so I could go and see what the kids were doing down below).
It is not the traditional quilt most of use make, but the fabric is such a high thread count it feels cool to the touch. I think this is why I liked it so much when I was feeling bad. Or, maybe it was because it was Oma’s. Whatever the reason, it is my favorite. I often forget about it, because I see it so often that I don’t even notice it anymore until I don’t feel well. Then I see it like a beacon hanging on the headboard just waiting to make me feel better. It is like getting a hug from Oma and my Mom, or as close I can got to that on this earth. For this I am thankful.