A story about 2 old quilts.

**An Arm Long** · 07-18-2012, 01:43 PM

We were recently in Salt Lake City staying at a motel on our trip out West. I took some clothes to the little laundromat at the motel and began washing them. While I was sitting there, a young man came by with a load and asked me how to work the machines. He had a bottle of shampoo to use as detergent. He was trying to figure out how to wash 2 quilts. He was a truck driver who was at a class in Salt Lake City and had his quilt and his friend's. Since I was using the machines, I offered to put his in when mine were finished and told them that I had extra detergent. He told me that the 2 quilts belonged to him and to his trucker friend. They were made by their grandmothers and they always took them along to keep their bodies warm when they slept in the truck. When I put them in the wash, I saw that they were very old and much loved. It did my heart good!