I do have a name, Gail, the nickname comes from an event where someone who knew both my sister and me, asked my name--he said" Can't remember your name, you are one of Jim's daughters, you are the old one, aren't you?" And I am three years older than my sister, was eighty-one in November, so "the old one" really fits well, now.
When we are closer to September, we can plan to get together at the quilt show, Don's health permitting--I don't make rigid plans any longer, his doctor's appointments have a way of landing right in the middle. piecefully, the old one