First post

To begin my blog I want to share something I wrote that was published in The P-K Scribbler, an Amateur Journalism magazine in July 1979.

REFLECTIONS

I knelt on the floor by a cradle of history. Running my fingers ever so lightly over the rail, for the sign said: "Do Not Touch." I wondered, how many tiny babies had been placed there? The pieced quilt gently folded drew me in for a closer look. Even the tiny pieces were pieced! How she must have had to scrimp--(and momentarily, I thought of the wealth of fabrics at my disposal). I could not take my eyes from those tiny patches and wondered of the woman who had made such perfect stitches. Did she work at night by the soft glow of a candle or by the glowing fireplace embers? I know from experience, the many hours required for a labor of love, and I wish that I could have held her pin-pricked hand. Was she as small and dainty as her stitches, or tall and strong? I would have liked to have known her.