While I Yet Live

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December 10, 2021

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While I Yet Live

We stitch together quilts of meaning to keep us warm and safe, with whatever patches of beauty and utility we have on hand.

- Anne Lamott -

While I Yet Live

The quilters of rural Gee's Bend, Alabama, many of whom are descendants of slaves, learned to quilt from their mothers and grandmothers. They also learned, sitting under the quilting table as small children, valuable life lessons, and the hopes and dreams their families had for them. Their brightly colored quilts speak of love, peace, joy, and the value of hard work. Like their mothers and grandmothers before them, they sing and pray, sharing their life stories, as they work together. Their quilts have been recognized as valuable forms of art and exhibited in museums. Books have been written about them and their quilts. And yet they are most proud when "you can feel the love" that is sewn into every one of these quilted masterpieces. { read more }

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he quilters are aware that their lifetime is limited and they work to make the most of it. What is it that you most want to do while you yet live?


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