I am so glad to hear of another quilt being saved. Here is a poem you may enjoy.
In Honor of an Unknown Quilter
I saw your quilt top,
Green and yellow in the distance.
There is was, catching the breeze,
Draped over an old chifforobe to dry.
A morning mist had dampened it,
And sensing he had a treasure,
The flea market vendor had placed it there.
One end unfinished, brown with the years.
I held your quilt, saw your face, and cried.
Was it illness? Death? a crippling stroke?
What made you lay it aside?
Perhaps your fingers ceased to move.
Anyway, you must have had a reason.
Be assured:
Youir quilt is safe with me.
I will wash it, quilt it, care for it,
And place it on my bed in your honor.
Perhaps some day someone will
Do the same for me.
Written by Carol Vickers of Decatur, Mississippi
From Hilda, aka New Knee