When I was about 10, my mother made a yo yo bedspread. Every night she and Daddy would sit by the radio and listen to the Grand Ole Opry, Fred Allen, Fibber McGee and Molly - you all remember! She used scraps from mine and my sister's little dresses (my sister's were little!). There are even the scraps from the first thing I made in sewing class - a princess-style calico yellow and purple print. And every night, she got so frustrated and cranky, we could hardly stand it, but she was determined and finished it. She edged it with points of green calico. I think it took her a couple of years to finish it, because she had so much to do in the daytime, she never sat down for her own pleasure. When she died, I found the quilt in her closet, and I remembered those nights by the radio. I gently washed it in the bathtub, but even then the connecting threads had rotted. Since I retired, I keep it by my chair, and I have about reconstructed the broken places. Haven't a clue who might care for it. I had planned to back it and put it on a dow rod and hang it as a back drop in my bedroom, but have no interest in doing that now.

~ Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

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