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As the quilting world ebbs and flows, I have spent time reflecting on my history as a quilter. I came to quilting through the support of G and my girlfriends. No one in my family quilted. But G's family tree is filled with quilters, and actually the first quilt that came into our home was one made by my FIL, who made a quilt for my oldest son when he was 2 years old. That isn't a typo...it was my FIL who lived in Sisters, OR. That was way before I started quilting, and I didn't understand the significance of the gift.

Now that I am a quilter and know the thought, love, and work that goes into making a quilt, I hope there will be generations who follow me that will remember how much I loved making quilts. This past week when we arrived in the desert of Arizona, I was humbled to be gifted three quilts from G's uncle who was the caretaker of his sister's quilts after she passed away. With nine kids, everyone learned to help on the farm, but the girls learned to stitch. Pauline, whose quilts I received, is second from the left. I feel honored to be the next caretaker of this piece of family history.



I encourage you to start talking to your family about your quilts...which ones have significance, which ones you hope are passed along. To be gifted as a caretaker of quilts is an important part of one's family history.



I love this quilt and would have loved to hear Aunt Pauline talk about the clothing that went into this quilt!



G's Aunt Pauline always put the butterfly quilt on his Uncle Curtis's bed...the hand quilting and stitching in these quilts is amazing. Just to know the amount of time to finish hand piecing and quilting makes me ashamed of how I carry about my UFO's! And, that Lone Star...OMG is it ever amazing...hand pieced with every point perfect and then hand quilted!

So tell me...have you shared with your family what your quilts mean to you?

Stay tuned and travel along with us on Quilt Roadies..