The draw of quilting is something unique.
It is not a family tradition.
My grandfather died young and my grandmother worked many hours to provide for her family.
Domestic arts slipped to the background.
Instead my teen years found me hanging out with Mary.
Her family was the epitome of domestic arts.
Through her, quilting entered my life.
None of my quilts from the past live with me.
No one actually believes that there are quilts in my past,
but they are out there- somewhere.
So, this morning when I found http://www.quiltsforkids.org/about/
my curiosity began anew.
Maybe, just maybe, this will be the winter of quilting!