She made some over half a century ago. All handmade, all gifts, all used and used and used. All worn out and frazzled and frayed now. All retired.
None can be disposed of. I cannot do it. Others will have the job of what to do with the quilts when my life here is closed out, whenever that may be.
The first gifted one had hung in the big old kitchen over the family table in its homemade frame for months until the crops were in and the winter hours allowed time for the quilting. It had collected dust and grease film from all the cooking. We had it cleaned to spread over us to stay warm and feel...
