This is one of the quilts I brought home with me from my trip. My grandmother and great-grandmother were always making quilts for the family. The closets in the house are full of their quilts. I have one small quilt still from when I was a kid. I have several more they gave me through the years. These quilts are their love. I can wrap myself up in them. They are a part of my childhood and those of my cousins, nieces, and nephews.
Big gatherings meant a huge quilt was laid out on the living room floor for nap time and bedtime. Another one was used as a cover. All through college and until I moved to Kentucky, one of the quilts made for me covered my bed. I laid one out on our guest bed when my uncle spent the night as he came through town the week Grandma passed.
The day I got in to Moloka`i and Auntie A took me to the house, I looked through all the closets as I went through the house. I came out of one of the rooms hugging this one. It was one I used to make forts with when Uncle A.J. and I were kids. Just one of them. A lot of those quilts held memories. I took the quilt with me to the condo I rented for the week and Auntie told me to take it home with me.
I just happened to start developing a recipe this week for mushroom tacos. 😀