Picking Up Where a Quilter Left Off (2 of 3)
For several summer vacations, we would make the long drive
from the DC area to visit my grandparents in Connecticut. Their home had been
in the family for quite some time, so it held all kinds of personal treasures-turned-antiques;
the accumulations of one life passed to, or left for, the next generation.
It
was on one of those trips that I ran across an unfinished quilt in my
grandmother’s upstairs hall closet. Some of the top had been pieced together
but there were also loose four square blocks. She clearly had no interest in it. I'm not sure she even knew where it originated. So, I eagerly inherited it.
This quilt has been stored in the chest for years.
I think this may have been my first effort at quilting... a project that some relative, I know not who, started, but never finished. At that point in my life, I thought it was quite an accomplishment to finish it , and somehow it connected me to the original quilter.
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