The first one looks like the one I slept under as a child
in the mountain state of West Virginia. I remember looking
out the window at the steep hill behind the house with the
moon coming up over it and thinking that Grandma had
made the quilt just for me. I'll bet now that it was made
about the time my Mom was a child. The name of it was
Moon Over The Mountain. A beloved old pattern.
Really takes me back, just looking at it. Strange how a
picture, an odor, a sound can suddenly erase all the years
since it was first noticed.