My mother is in a nursing facility for a time, a brief time we hope, to recover from a recent bout of pneumonia that knocked her off her feet pretty completely. They asked that we bring her some clothes, and I wanted to take her some “homey” things so I grabbed a quilt from one of the bedrooms at her house while I was getting the other things she needs.
So, tonight I put her name on some fabric tape with a Sharpee, and proceeded to start sewing it into her shirts and pants and pajamas. I found a corner on the quilt and turned it over to put a piece on that too, and found, written in mom’s handwriting, her mother’s name – Bernelle Whillock. The quilt was obviously one mom bought for grandma when she was staying at the same nursing facility. Grandma was there until last fall, when mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor. My aunt came up to get grandma and took her to a place near her in College Station, Texas.
I couldn’t bring myself to put mom’s name on that quilt. I’ll find another one.