Can’t you almost feel the tenderness… the ability to remember as Mrs. Miles gently spreads her hands over this precious quilt.
The story of Mary Lou and the quilts made by her mother is a story I began to piece together prior to 2007: and her are a few of the photographs from a second visit in her Oklahoma City, OK homeplace.
I was writing notes, and taking pictures – quite leisurely as she tipped around slowly… showing and naming the pictures of her mom and dad in the background pictures.
She later, opened a linen closet to show me unfinished blocks and smaller tops hand stitched by her mother. I placed the facts into a spreadsheet to reconstruct the various dates and ages of the family…. Oh I’ll have to go back and look up her maiden name!
I was writing notes, and taking pictures – quite leisurely as she tipped around slowly… showing and naming the pictures of her mom and dad in the background pictures.
She later, opened a linen closet to show me unfinished blocks and smaller tops hand stitched by her mother. I placed the facts into a spreadsheet to reconstruct the various dates and ages of the family…. Oh I’ll have to go back and look up her maiden name!
I’ve put off 3-4 of my life dreams… and callings. An inward urge… persistent… as if saying “Bev… do it before it’s too late and people pass on. The story needs to be told….. Bev… if you don’t do it…… LORDY<>
I was writing notes, and taking pictures – quite leisurely as she tipped around slowly… showing and naming the pictures of her mom and dad in the background pictures.
She later, opened a linen closet to show me unfinished blocks and smaller tops hand stitched by her mother. I placed the facts into a spreadsheet to reconstruct the various dates and ages of the family…. Oh I’ll have to go back and look up her maiden name!
I was writing notes, and taking pictures – quite leisurely as she tipped around slowly… showing and naming the pictures of her mom and dad in the background pictures.
She later, opened a linen closet to show me unfinished blocks and smaller tops hand stitched by her mother. I placed the facts into a spreadsheet to reconstruct the various dates and ages of the family…. Oh I’ll have to go back and look up her maiden name!
I’ve put off 3-4 of my life dreams… and callings. An inward urge… persistent… as if saying “Bev… do it before it’s too late and people pass on. The story needs to be told….. Bev… if you don’t do it…… LORDY<>
PS./….. That’s an open door to any fellow blogger who have published- self-published… or know of way to help me out….. help me to move forward!!! Thanks
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