Linda Soich

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Linda Soich
Dallas, TX
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Generations, Grandmothers, Homemade

My grandma lived in a very small town in West Virginia. It was so small there was only one store—the Piggly Wiggly. And while I was growing up, it was this small town that my family and I would visit every spring. This is the place where grandma sewed her patchwork quilts. The fabrics she used were scraps from old pajamas, shirts, and dresses. My quilt has been used on my bed as a teenager, for my children growing up, and even used on my backyard lawn for my grandbaby to sit on in the summer sun. So my quilt is over 60 years old, and I do recognize those little cut pieces of fabric; they are memories of loved ones who wore the garments before they became part of grandma’s quilt.