The next Bible passage has God talking with Moses. That right there is really something. God is reminding Moses of his heritage. Because of His covenant to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Moses will be given the promised land. It is his heritage.
The word “heritage” means legacy and tradition.
I noticed something when I was at Road to California: Observing the demographic, you might say. I found the majority of quilt show goers to be around my same age. This caused me to form a theory: Us baby boomers were destined to carry on the quilting tradition. Born in the fifties, we lived in homes that had sewing machines in them. Sewing machines in tidy cabinets in the family room with all the tools kept organized in the little drawers. Our mothers used them. We wore homemade dresses and shorts and flannel nightgowns.
We took home economics classes and sewed in junior high school.
Then high school coincided with the back to the land movement. It was cool to be a maker. It was still cheaper to sew your own clothing than to buy it in the stores. The coolest clothes couldn’t be found at the mall. The stores were selling double-knit polyester outfits in garish colors. We made our own peasant blouses out of muslin, and embroidered the bodices. The granny dress was “in” and we all made one. Or more.
I was chatting with a friend about this. She said her usual high school weekend routine was: Pick out the fabric and pattern Friday after school, sew it up all weekend, wear the new outfit on Monday. I remember another friend I had in high school who challenged herself to make enough dresses to wear a different one every day of the school week for two weeks. (We had dress codes back then – dresses only, slacks on Fridays). She did it!
Then the Bicentennial brought a quilt revival. How easy quiltmaking was after a past of sewing lined jackets with buttonholes and pockets. It was like child’s play in comparison.
I’m thankful I was given the sewer’s heritage. I wish I had been more purposeful to pass it on to my daughters. They had sewing sessions with their beloved grandma, but no formal instruction.