Well, here’s the beginning of my copy of Bernice’s quilt. I’m not sticking to fabrics she would have had- I’m sticking to fabrics she would have liked. Every family story about her refers to her love of bright color, some times to the embarrassment of her grandchildren. Apparently there was a set of orange and green dresses with matching aprons and hankies made for all the girls that makes them either shudder or laugh to think of.
Being a nurse was OK today, too. I like Sundays- a lot of folks come to see their people straight from church, and there is nothing cuter than a bunch of little kids, all shy from the strangeness of the hospital, dressed in their church clothes.