I am a 52 year old Mother of 4 and Grandmother of 8 grandsons. I fell in love with genealogy about 10 years ago after my Grandmother passed away.

MY FAMILY QUILT

Our family is like the pieces of material in one of my Grandmother's quilts.
Some pieces are new and shiny and still have lots of wear.
Others are older and used but much beloved for the memories they bring to mind.
And a few, faded so much they are dim and hard to see, they are still there, making you wonder about their origins and what they have endured to get to the state they are in when you see them.
They are someone's memories.
Quilts, though faded and worn have warmed the bodies and hearts for generations.
With love in every stitch, time ceases to matter.
Memories and imagination flitter through the mind of the one being bundled in the warmth of a layer of much used material and cotton.
It warms the heart and feeds the soul.
My family tree has been constructed much as a quilt was made long ago.
My family is still new, shiny and hopefully, has years to grow.
Our Parents and Grandparents are the older pieces, timeworn, but still glowing like jewels for all the love and memories they inspire.
And then there are those that I had no idea where they came from, but had to search to find their origins and the path they came down to be a part of my family quilt.
Please enjoy watching me put together my family quilt, piece by piece.
It has been a labor of love.
One I hope to pass down to my children and grandchildren.
Roots are an heirloom to be prized above all else.

I am a 52 year old Mother of 4 and Grandmother of 8 grandsons. I fell in love with genealogy about 10 years ago after my Grandmother passed away.

MY FAMILY QUILT

Our family is like the pieces of material in one of my Grandmother's quilts.
Some pieces are new and shiny and still have lots of wear.
Others are older and used but much beloved for the memories they bring to mind.
And a few, faded so much they are dim and hard to see, they are still there, making you wonder about their origins and what they have endured to get to the state they are in when you see them.
They are someone's memories.
Quilts, though faded and worn have warmed the bodies and hearts for generations.
With love in every stitch, time ceases to matter.
Memories and imagination flitter through the mind of the one being bundled in the warmth of a layer of much used material and cotton.
It warms the heart and feeds the soul.
My family tree has been constructed much as a quilt was made long ago.
My family is still new, shiny and hopefully, has years to grow.
Our Parents and Grandparents are the older pieces, timeworn, but still glowing like jewels for all the love and memories they inspire.
And then there are those that I had no idea where they came from, but had to search to find their origins and the path they came down to be a part of my family quilt.
Please enjoy watching me put together my family quilt, piece by piece.
It has been a labor of love.
One I hope to pass down to my children and grandchildren.
Roots are an heirloom to be prized above all else.