when we were on our little farm, our elderly neighbor, of whom I was so very fond, went into a nursing home. I made her a quilt from 30's reproduction fabric in flannels with a warm cotton batting. Well, she just loved it. Turns out she just couldn't get warm in that place, and so she kept it wrapped around her legs. Within a month, she passed away. When we went to the wake, her daughters told me that the quilt was wrapped around her to 'keep her warm,' and they opened the bottom half of the coffin to show me! (this was something new for me to experience.) She was buried with it. It was an odd feeling, but I find myself thinking of her with that little quilt. I ran across some of its scraps today...
anyway - kind of off subject, but to see this post after coming across those scraps... just had to respond.