Mom was a quilter. In my book about her life (When Love Prevails, Kindle Store) I recall her experiences with her Grandma Mary when she was a girl. Quilting was one of the things she learned from her, and mom became known for her quilts later in her life.
Whenever my wife, Sharon, and I would visit her at the Bridgewater Retirement Community, mom would always show us the latest quilt she was creating. Many of her quilts were auctioned at the annual Fall Festival to raise auxiliary funds. She practiced this craft even after she lost much of her vision through macular degeneration. Her fingers, and her memory became substitutes for her eyes.
One thing I learned about her was that she really was an artist with her quilting. Gathering odds and ends of fabric, varieties of colors, sometimes containing images or designs, she would piece together a quilt…
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