My Mama was a Quilter

“My Mama was a quilter. Her quilts are treasures. Treasures filled with memories: I remember her choosing chicken feed by the matching sacks and planning for quilt backing. I remember ladies giving her grocery sacks packed tightly full of pieces of fabric scraps which she carefully sorted and ironed and cut and stitched. I remember her quilt frames hanging from the living room ceiling and quiltings with neighbors during the day, then raising the quilt frame at night so the…

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