After Mama retired from her town job, she devoted her "spare" time to quilting. Of course she had made bed quilts most of her life, but first farm work, then town work, took away time from her quilting projects. Her work was nicely done and soon there were women who wanted one of her quilts. She began keeping a little notebook, telling where the quilts went and how much they sold for.
At the time of her death, there were enough quilts in the closet for Daddy, my sister and me, and the six grandchildren to each have a finished quilt. We numbered the quilts, then drew for them. The Grandmother's Flower Garden quilt was chosen by Daddy before we drew.
Daddy lived alone for about nine years before he remarried. She was only four years older than me and four years younger than my sister, very outspoken and opinionated, so totally different than Mama. We came to the conclusion that he married her because she told him she would take care of him so he would never have to go into a nursing home, and she thought he had money to take care of her. (As it turned out, they both had to go into the nursing home, so the money soon was gone, and she passed away before he did.) Money issues did come up and he demanded that we bring the keys to his safe deposit box back to him. We begged and pleaded for him not to do anything foolish, and that what money he had was there to take care of him later, but through her influence, he refused to listen. Finally I gave in and let him have the key I had, but I told him there was one thing I wanted: the flower garden quilt. He said "no I might need it". Of course, the wife was in a huff by now too, so we left. We talked a while outside, and then I said, "I'm going back in to get the quilt." She hadn't locked the door yet, so we went in and I told her I had come back for the quilt. She asked Daddy, and he said o.k. so she went to the closet and got it for me. I've told my sister, she or one of her children, can have the quilt; I don't need it, I just didn't want it to go to one of the "wife's" children and let who knows what happen to it. So, it's still here; I don't use it, but it's a part of my mama with me.
For the most part, I'm not confrontational, but now and then I won't be stepped on. lol