Last spring, a woman brought me a rail fence quilt to repair. It had been made for her by her grandmother. A few days later, as I was looking over the quilt as part of making an estimate on the repairs, I discovered that the grandmother had signed and dated (1998) the quilt. Lo and behold, her last name was a name of someone on my research quilt.
Can you guess where this is going?!
Grab your favorite beverage (mine would be a cuppa tea) and put your feet up - it's story time!
