That night before we fell to sleep, Grandma came in and sat on the end of the bed, telling us the story of the quilts she had made with her mother. There were even more quilts in the closet in her room and I was overwhelmed by their beauty and history.
She told us each quilt was made by hand and that the fabrics used were from the dresses her mother had made for herself and Wilda. The fabrics were vintage prints that automatically made you think of summer days, being barefoot in the grass, and riding on a tractor in the field. The tiny stitches that made up each of the quilts were lovingly quilted into each one by Wilda and her mother Lucy.