A month to swoon, in June

It’s already midmonth, Father’s Day, in fact. My father died over 30 years ago, in January 1989. My children barely remember him. My son- and daughter’s in-law and all seven grandchildren have no memory of him. Since we are going to gather at my son’s home, I will talk with him, and ask his daughter’s what they remember about me.

What is your legacy?

There is a next time

Previous blog attempts have been fleeting, sparse and less than. Many of my friends and colleagues have been successful, and I have learned from them. I’ll be back when I have something more to say about quilting. Both piecing, and longarm quilting are my things.