My wise old grandmother adopted me in 1965 when I was an 11-year-old juvenile delinquent. Through her love and discipline, she created a pretty good person, if I do say so myself.
Along with the spankings I got for being bad, I remember three other specific things about her: (1) she loved to cook, (2) she loved to garden, and (3) she loved to quilt.
She made quilts for all of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Sadly, a college roommate stole mine in 1974. I didn’t have the heart to tell my wise old grandmother that I was so careless with my quilt that I let someone steal it, so I don’t have one of her quilts. Everytime I go to a quilt convention, or see quilts in stores and craft shops, I think of my wise old grandmother.
Following are five of my favorite quilts from all of the quilt conventions I’ve been to. I suspect most readers will know exactly why they are favorites.
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