By: Wendy Langhans
When our daughter Ellie was born, her Godmother gave her a priceless gift, a handmade quilt. It was a lovely piece of work, with various delicate calico prints pieced together into log-cabin blocks. The blocks were then connected to one another by means of a solid-colored border.
Years later when Ellie was a teenager, she wanted a more “mature” looking bedroom. So I carefully packed away her quilt, hoping she would want it again someday when she was truly mature enough to recognize its value as an heirloom.
