This quilt (and the ones Mother made for Don and Rosy) helped us get through the first Christmas without Daddy. Of all my "Grandmother's Treasures" I treasure this one the most. I still remember the feeling I felt when I opened it--the way we cried over our loss--and the way we laughed when we shared some of our memories of the best times.
Aren't we all glad that Daddy liked blue so much that our quilts have great color and pattern?
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