I gave Dad his airplane quilt. He gave me a gooseberry pie. Good trade in my book.Mom is doing well. She looks wonderful. I am concerned she is not doing enough exercising that new knee; she is also supposed to be checking her blood sugar, but that is not something she is interested in at all. I motivate students all day long at work, but I am at a loss how to motivate my mother. Actually, I don't motivate anyone. I take the little sparks of effort a student makes and fan them to flames. Students do all the work. I guess I am somewhat of a bellows?
While I was in Missouri I spent some time in the sewing studio adding binding to the Rattlesnake quilt. I heard tap, tap, tapping outdoors, so I went to investigate and found a companion. This little woodpecker was busy enlarging the "door" of the birdhouse.
My great-grandmother, Stella Mae Irvin, who, with her husband Frank, lived on a farm in central Missouri near Versailles, made this baby quilt when my mother was pregnant with me. I love this little quilt. None of the knots are buried. It represents my great grandmother's fearlessness and determination in quilt making, and, most of all, her blind, steadfast love for her family.
It is the most beautiful quilt in my life.