I have several of my grandmother's quilts, and I am continuously amazed at the workmanship that is in these quilts. I remember the quilting frame in her dining room, hanging from the ceiling, and I remember running around and playing while she and her lady friends quilted. The sad part for me is that when she passed, so did the quilting. My Mother never quilted and so there were no quilters in my family until I started about 5 years ago. I cherish these quilts and look forward to passing them on to my children. I just wish that I had lots of stories to pass along as well
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