One of my favorite treasures is a quilt with a top that was pieced by my great-grandmother and finally quilted 60 years later by my sister. The squares are each the size of a postage stamp and put together in such a way that strikes me as being so sophistocated and clever, and makes me wonder even more about the quiet little woman whom I never knew. Her entire life was spent raising children and running a boarding house, but she was a brilliant artist as well. My sister said that as she quilted, she could feel Granny Stevens with her (she, being much older than I, knew her well), and felt that she was pleased to see her final quilt finally being completed. HC
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