Disrespecting old quilts

[Margo C.]

Beautiful story, Rachel! The world could use a lot more people like your folks!

[Margo C.]

My parents were foster parents for over 40 years. When I turned 12 they started taking in the really hard kids. The ones who most likely would never go back to their parents. They were teenagers and basically no one wanted them. We did though (most still call or come back). Anyway my mom would insist that they bring photos and momentos. What ever they could get from their old homes. Some could get nothing. The first thing we did was take their photo. Next we would give them a journal. My mother was great at scrapbooking back then. When every child left our home they left with a book full of memories. Every movie, carnival, field trip, reportcard,ect... you name it. She always started the book with "Old News" ,"The New You", and when they left she would write "The next chapter is up to you...only you can choose." Many have gone on to be wonderful parents and credit my parents for it. I know has nothing to do with quilting but my mom didn't like to sew lol. If she did though they would have had memory quilts. :lol: Rachel

That's beautiful, thanks for sharing. Your folks were very special, I can see how they could make a difference in those kids' lives. And it sounds like they influenced you, as well!

[Margo C.]

My parents taught me early to share. I won't say I always liked it. My home was always full that's for sure. the funny thing is Mom never did her own kids scrapbooks. She told me we owned the originals, we didn't need the books. She is warped but I love her. Our house had 6 bedrooms. I shared a room with 3 other girls. It was like the Waltons meets the Adams family. My father was a lot like Fred Flintstone yelled and was always right. He is the best. My mom is great most of the time. She likes to see me as her baby still because I am the youngest. Normally I don't mind but at times it does get out of hand. but I love her. Rachel