My Grandmother Ollie quilted. In the winter, she sat in her rocking chair located by the blazing, wood stove. There, she cut out or stitched many quilt blocks. I also have fond memories of her and her quilting bee meeting in the one-room school house that my father attended. For warmth, there was a pot-bellied wood stove burning brightly through its window.
My Grandmother made me, as well as her other grandchildren, a beautiful quilt for my "hope chest."
Today, I completed six lap-quilts for my grandchildren. I started the project last year. My quilts are not as detailed as my grandmother's, but they contain just as much love.
I enjoyed making these personal gifts for my grandchildren. Tomorrow, I will enjoy their smiling faces.
Merry Christmas & Many Blessings, L.B.
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