1. Pieces of my Childhood Memory
... Childhood Memories" In the summer of 1995, my mom and I talked about making a quilt together with scrapes of material from the clothes I wore as a child. We decided to start this childhood quilt by sifting through the vast pile of old clothes mom packed in a large, dusty trunk in the attic. Some of the clothing fabrics we found were bright yellow and red ... somebody real made it. Someone who worried about her children's lives and someone who has never had much money. Mom came from a generation where quilting was a necessity, using rags and torn clothes for lack of new ones. Mom put a l...
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