My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to
make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of
snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep
warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids.
Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful.
Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Thursday, August 04, 2011
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This jukebox at the Waffle House plays 78's. Way cool...check out the selection. The house is the former Florida Hotel where my great grandmother was the manager..
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