The quilter -- whose name I either never got or failed to remember, was quite shy and posed for her picture a little reluctantly.
I would have loved to have gotten to know her but though she answered my questions about the quilts, I could tell she was a little puzzled about my intentions.
And though she didn't live much more that four or five miles from me, when I mentioned the names of some of my neighbors, she'd never heard of them.
But, oh, my, what a treasure trove of quilts!
I wish I knew where they ended up.
With someone who appreciates all the work that went into them, I hope.But here's to you, Miss Lady in the stone house and your quilts -- you made my day all those years ago.
Gone, but not forgotten.