Chisholm Trail Quilt.
The Armadillo Squad was gathered around Sudie and an old quilt...and I mean old as in frayed binding, worn thin calicos and clumped cotton batting that had settled within the quilted pieces after many washings and many days and nights of being tucked between bedsprings and mattress. It was obvious that the quilt was special to Sudie, who was pointing out a block in the middle of the quilt, "This here block is stained with my Granddaddy Chaps blood." You could hear a pin drop as we all collectively uttered, "Oh my, Sudie, how did that happen?" Sudie motioned for us all to have a seat as she settled in her chair with the tattered and blood stained quilt draped across her lap. HERE is the rest of the story.
Now it has a New Life with New/Old Stories to Show and Tell.
I wonder if anyone will notice Sudie's Granddaddy Chap's blood stains hidden under the pocket and spattered here and there on the inside of the New/Old Bags!
Yep, lots of 'Life Left to Show and Tell !!!