Quilts are memories, in my mind of the past.
When I see this Quilt:
The boys where really LITTLE boys... then.
Losing my dad was so new... then.
I worked on this quilt with a broken leg... then.
Lady, our dog was alive... then.
Didn't have gray hair... then.
Wore smaller cloths... then.
I thought I was a skilled quilter...then.
Gas was ALLOT cheaper... then.
Till We Quilt Again,
Helen
