mcdaniel023

I stopped at an estate/moving sale. The home owner was holding a beautiful quilt. I admired it and she started telling the story of the quilt. It was made by her grandmother. Her father owned it next. The quilt had been hers for 63 years, She said she had it out on a rocker for a few years and then became a cat owner. She didn't want anything to happen to it so it was wrapped in a sheet and stored in her closet. She only had it out a few times. She said she was trying to sell it by no one seemed interested. She was open to offers. She was sorry that she only knew the history back to 1902. I made an offer. She accepted. She said the quilt was part of her history and she loved it but couldn't take everything. She looked so sad. Her tears rolled as she put it in a bag. I was crying, other customers were crying. I asked if she was sure and she took my hand and said that just by seeing the way I held it she knew it would be loved. I promised her it would. It already is. There are a few yellow spots. No holes or tears. The triangle are about an inch tall. I can't imaging how long it took for her grandmother to piece it and the quilting is amazing. I am still sad for her. But I am thrilled to own this beautiful piece of art.