Mama

I am sad today as Feb. 12 was my Mother's birthday.   She was born in 1916.    

Although I KNOW that I have some wonderful pictures of her, these are the only three that I can find.    I am ashamed that I am so poorly organized.  But then, my memories of her are sharp and dear to me.

She was a sweet person and I loved her dearly.  

I felt loved when we were together. 

A Family Tradition

I learned to quilt from my grandmother; I can remember many good times with her, arranging blocks and chatting.

Many years ago, my sister salvaged some good blocks from a worn quilt and had them framed for me and my nieces.

It's a good way to remember good times and to show respect for a fine family tradition.