I took this photograph when the creative hands shown were in their early 80's. A year or so later God took this lady home but not before she finished this quilt and saw it hang on a wall of her home. Those hands were busy over the years, nurturing a husband and teaching two kids how they should live their lives. Some of those lessons didn't sink into the thick skulled children so those hands also had to wield some switches in the early going. She had lost her husband some eight years before this image was made and fought depression every day until a stroke took her at the age of 83. Working on a quilt or some other craft was her way of fighting that depression and give her some satisfaction or sense of accomplishment. That woman actually existed on coffee and two packs of Chesterfield cigarettes a day.
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