My husband's grandmother was quite the quilter. I remember when we were dating I would often hear of her going over to the church to sit around the quilt frame and stitch with the other ladies. When we married, she gave us this quilt. I pulled it out this week and placed it on my bed. When I see it, I think of her and it makes me smile.
I loved spending time with her. Her name was Leokadie and saying her name was like poetry to me. She was loving and kind and gentle. There wasn't a craft that her hands could not do. She made the best Pierogi I have ever eaten and had the whitest hair I've ever seen. During our visits to see her in her last year with us, she was never without an open Bible by her side. Inside her Bible was a crocheted cross and I would see her touch that ever so gently with her long fingers. She made quilts for all her grandchildren's marriages. Long after she was with the Lord, her quilts were still being unwrapped as wedding gifts. I am reminded that a piece of her stays with me as I enjoy the simple pleasure of my quilt.
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