The Story Behind Amanda Remembered

What began as a way to cope with her young daughter's death, Barbara Meadows has developed a successful, well established, and widely recognized business. Barbara Meadows learned from her mother how to sew, to make every stitch, hem, and seam just perfect so the inside of a dress was nearly as pretty as the outside. Barbara hoped she would one day be able to teach her own daughter, Amanda, how to sew the same stitches.

Amanda, at only 6 months of age, was diagnosed with an advanced adult strain of Luekemia. While in the hospital Barbara would sew every day at Amanda's bedside in children's cancer ward in Augusta, GA.  Barbara would smock and embroider dresses Amanda could wear when she beat leukemia and left the hospital for good.

Then two weeks before Amanda's second birthday-after much sewing, hoping, and praying-the struggle was over. Amanda died on Feb.28, 1987. Barbara said, "I kept right on sewing after she passed away. I guess it was therapy!" A few people bought the hand-sewn garments, then a few more.  People kept asking where they could find these hands sewn dresses!  Mrs. Meadows was content with her passion for sewing and continued being a mom. 

Barbara was pregnant with Amanda's Sister, Rebecca, when Amanda passed away and a few years later Amanda's brother, Kevin Jr. Barbara kept sewing for Rebecca and Kevin creating the most beautiful dresses and jon jons. For eight years, she sewed, sold, and delivered handmade clothes for kids. Rebecca soon had a closet of countless dresses with a new dress for every month and every occasion.

Finally, a friend convinced her to consider a business. Barbara wanted more than a boutique. "It was time to do what I love to do! I wanted to design children's clothes!" Barbara said.  Who knew that today Amanda Remembered would be sold in hundreds of stores throughout the United States spanning from Florida up the East Coast to New York and stopping in California with stores scattered in between.

Amanda Remembered is more than a business. . . it is a passion!