The patchwork quilt
has got to be the metaphor of choice when describing the vibrancy,
diversity and over-arching unity of American society. What could
be more e pluribus unum? If there were no such thing as patchwork
quilts, writers would have to invent them in order to adequately
talk about our country. But there are patchwork quilts, and
for years 82-year-old Laura Hudson has been carrying on the
tradition she learned from her grandmother as a girl in Alabama
and showing others in the area how to make quilts.
Hudson has exhibited her work and taught the art of quilt-making
through the Connecticut Cultural Heritage Arts Program, a program
of Hartford's Institute for Community Research. The program
works with area artists from a number of ethnic groups, pairing
master artists with student apprentices and arranging for exhibits
of their work.
In Hudson's case, the chance to pass on her knowledge of
traditional African-American quilting techniques to eager
students has meant she can be sure a generations-old tradition
is continued.
"I was born down south, and everybody quilted, because
at that time they didn't have money to buy blankets and things,
so it was just only natural that everybody did quilting,"
says Hudson, who spoke by phone from her home in Bristol.
"I learned from my grandmother and my mother. It was
the only way for most people to have cover to keep warm in
the winter. During the winter there was not much to do. There
were very few radios and so everybody quilted."
Hudson's voice retains the rich accent, pacing and humble
manner of the South. When mentioning where her work has been
displayed, she's more inclined to say "down in Washington,
D.C.," than to specify the Smithsonian Institution.
Quilting was as routine as cooking and cleaning during her
childhood in Opelika, Ala., a small city in the eastern part
of the state. Scrap fabric was saved for quilting and a nearby
mill provided free or low-cost pieces of cloth. Hudson gave
up the craft temporarily when she moved to Connecticut in
1946.
She worked at a factory, helping to put her five children
through school and when she again found some free time, she
returned to the craft she had learned as a girl.
"When they went off to college and I retired, I didn't
have anything to do, so I went back to my quilting,"
says Hudson. "I always loved it."
But quilting is more than just a way of keeping busy, keeping
warm or even keeping alive a tradition. For Hudson, quilting
is about memory and continuity and family. In her work, Hudson
uses pieces of old clothing discarded or outgrown by her friends
and family, so each quilt has a direct connection to individuals
in her life. And, though she does sell the occasional quilt,
most of them are given to family and friends.
If each stitch is a tie to those she loves, her sewing also
traces out patterns from the past, patterns she learned from
her mother and grandmother.
"I have a few (patterns) that I learned from them. I
have three or four that I learned from my grandmother,"
she says.
Hudson has something of a photographic memory when it comes
to quilts, and she recalls one pattern, the "Star of
Bethlehem," that she remembers her grandmother used but
which she never learned as a girl herself.
"It was a beautiful thing, but I didn't make it -- I
always admired it, and when I got (to Connecticut) I could
still remember the pattern and so I sat down and made it,"
says Hudson.
Like a composer who awakens in the night with snippets of
melody and orchestration floating in her head, Hudson has
visions of quilts; they visit her in her dreams. "I've
got one quilt that I'm making now -- I was laying in bed and
the quilt came and stood right before me, and I never had
seen it before, so I got up and I drew it," she says.
"I'm not finished with that yet, but I know how it goes."
She has a clear vision of what do to in her work. But Hudson
worries a little about the general lack of interest that the
younger generations show toward the artistic traditions of
their parents, and the possibility that -- without the same
need for inexpensive and warm coverings during the winter
and the same tight-knit family connections -- an art form
could atrophy.
"All the people that quilted when I was coming along,
they are all dead; they are all gone, and the younger people
don't care. They don't bother," says Hudson.
Lynne Williamson, the project director of the heritage arts
program, works with Hudson and other artists from around New
England, and she says that, like Hudson, many craftspeople
are eager to pass their knowledge on to interested students.
More than 160 artists have participated in the program. Each
year Williamson works with dozens of artists -- this year
there is a woman who specializes in Norwegian wood paintings,
an Armenian fiddle player, Laotian musicians and dancers,
a Hmong needle worker and a Franco-American fiddler, and she
says there's no shortage of traditional artists in the area
who love to teach and pass on their knowledge.
"They are passionate about it," says Williamson.
Hudson says she's taught her five children how to quilt and
she hopes that one day they'll be able to pick up the thread
too.
"They all know how, they just don't have the time. They
all know how to sew, even the boys," says Hudson. "I
want them to learn and to quilt. And even after I'm gone,
I would appreciate them carrying the tradition on."
Sharing her knowledge with the community, through her church,
lectures and work with the Cultural Heritage Arts Program,
gives Hudson the comfort of seeing the craft continued.
"[The students] seem to be very interested. I show them
some of the old patterns and they love them," says Hudson.
"I feel that at least I've got something to give to the
community -- to help somebody to learn what I have learned.
I feel very good about it."
Hudson says she pays close attention to exhibits and quilt
making shows, and she tries to get to see everything she can.
But she doesn't much like some modern quilt-making styles.
She finds them a little too busy.
"I like the old style much better. They seem more real,"
says Hudson. "
And Hudson's story offers a lesson to everyone who has had
to forsake an artistic passion in order to pay the bills:
It's never too late to go get out the sewing needles, the
paint brushes or the keyboard.
"Once you learn something you don't forget it,"
says Hudson, "once you really learn."
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