One of the things I always loved when we visited was the featherbeds. I felt like Heidi (a favorite childhood read) when I was tucked beneath those puffy feathers. It felt luxurious to snuggle into them, not unlike a nest. I remember reading Heidi, and later, Gone with the Wind, while nestled safely midst the downy warmth.
Anyone remember John Denver's song, Grandma's Featherbed?
Grandma's Featherbed
My grandmothers always believed that it was healthier and that you slept better in a cold room, so they both kept windows open at night. Winter, spring, summer, fall...the windows were at least cracked during the night. We still like to sleep in a cool room although open windows are banned when the mercury drops into the 20's.
I have 2 twin sized featherbeds that my parents brought with them from Europe 60 years ago.
My grandmothers always believed that it was healthier and that you slept better in a cold room, so they both kept windows open at night. Winter, spring, summer, fall...the windows were at least cracked during the night. We still like to sleep in a cool room although open windows are banned when the mercury drops into the 20's.
I have 2 twin sized featherbeds that my parents brought with them from Europe 60 years ago.
We lived in Colorado for 5 years and then Daddy was transferred to Texas where featherbeds were not needed, but they kept them packed away and passed them on to us when we married.
The little pink and blue snaps were still in the little tub mom kept them in.
They keep the duvet from shifting. So old school. So filled with memories. It transported me instantly back to Vienna.
It was -5 the other morning so a few days earlier, they were washed, aired out and back in business
When I pulled them out a few weeks ago, I wondered whether these featherbeds ever wonder how they made it from the streets of Vienna and Germany to the end of a dirt road in New Mexico.
Sometimes I ask myself the same question about me. 😄
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It's always interesting to look back to when we were children and see how our life journey has gone. Thank you for sharing your journey, blessings to you!
My Dutch grandparents had feather beds and I remember that same feeling of drifting off to sleep in a cloud. It was wonderful!
What an amazing story and yes, you were a stylish baby!
Dotti in CT. How did those snaps work? When we visited Berlin, went shopping and had the down comforters sent home. They weren’t as popular then as they are now. Good decision.
What an interesting story! Thank you for sharing it.
I have no experience with featherbeds, but I remember that a relative gave Mom an old comforter, fluffy and tied at intervals. Very cozy. 80 years later, I breathe a sigh of comfort each autumn when I snuggle into a first-of-season quilt covered bed. Somehow, the feel of a quilt is different from that of the typical blanket.
Aww, I'm smiling with the pretty little girl in her stylish outfit. No wonder you have such beautiful grandbabies.
Blessings.
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