Becka

My maternal grandmother celebrated her 90th birthday yesterday. She doesn't remember people so well. Kept saying I looked familiar. I told her it's because I look just like her and she sees my face in the mirror every morning. "You must be a grandaughter," she says. "Why, yes," I tell her. "I'm your favorite."

Then I gave her the quilt, and told her I named it Thanksgiving Memories because I thought of her the whole time I was making it and was thankful for all the wonderful things she taught me and for family she raised. She still doesn't remember my name but now she says, "I know you - you're the granddaughter that made my beautiful quilt. You're my favorite, right?"

Ha! Take that, Cousin Robyn!!

My aunt Wilma was up and saw my efforts before I was done and was inspired to try her hand. The second picture is of her and I in front of her first quilt!