The winter deepens, the new year is still brand new, and once again, I am beset with the mood to cut fabric into little pieces and sew them together again. Our Christmas break from school was always highly anticipated, and we loved every minute of it until Christmas was over. Then, the days became boring, the weather keeping us inside with nothing to do. The only electronic entertainment we had was a radio with a dial and a daily market report lamenting the fluctuating prices of corn and pork bellies. My Grandma Gean lived within walking distance of our house, so just about every day, I walked to her house to 'quilt piece'. Grandma was the neighborhood seamstress, and her patrons usually gave her the leftover fabric scraps from their projects. She had to use the larger scraps for her own quilts, of course, but she saved the smaller ones for me and my lil' ole sister. Grandma would cut squares or other shapes from the omnipresent Sear...
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