Mine is a long story and has to do with a death of family member, but learn an awesome lesson from it.

I don't want to make a copy of the Dear Jane quilt because there are too many other quilts that I like a lot better to copy. :-)

I never understood what was the difference between a 'hobo,' 'vagabond,' and 'homeless person.' They seem quite similar, however the homeless people don't seem to travel a lot. I didn't realize there were so many signs used by hobos. I only knew about the cat symbol.

the Hobo would work for his food, and ride the rails in under the cars...many were killed doing so, or by the 'boss'bull foreman who found them in cars and kicked they off while traveling down the RR or after they stopped for water. +Hogs were worth a whole quarter during the depression... Banks foreclosed on homesteads and painted the whole site with yellow paint. They found their happiness where ever they could..

Thanks to all of you great girls for the encouragement. I will look into where I can get the book. Even a used one would be fine to me, so I will check some out. It would help me to follow even with what's still to go.

Guess what? My sweet hubby just ordered the book for me. I am so so excited. When it comes I will start on the blocks you all are on. It won't take long for it to come, so I can be picking out my fabric for the first ones out of what I have. :)

I love reading the stories in the book, felt bad about the one's who had worked and than were not paid for the work.

That's great Susan! Glad to have you working on these. You will enjoy it!

Welcome, Susan. It will be an adventure for sure.

Hobos were not usually paid in $$, but with food or clothing. Often it was chopping wood, etc. they sometimes shared their food back in the Hobo Yard near the RR.

Welcome, Susan! :-) I love reading the stories in the FW books (I know what you mean, Buddy'smom, the stories can be so interesting from another time, or another prespective). I enjoy reading Laurie Hird's blog too, just to read more of the stories.

Those stories do look very interesting. I remember my mother talking about how my grandmother had to chop wood to survive since my mother's dad had left the whole family when she was 13. My grandmother was left with 10 children. My grandmother lived well into her 90's.