She enjoys any kind of history including family history. Currently she is the editor of her local genealogical society newsletter and occasionally gives family history presentations.
When she is not piecing together novel plots, she pieces together quilt blocks.
Q & A With The Author:
1. What is the hardest thing you've ever done?
The
hardest thing I have ever done is move a household of mostly teenagers from one
county to another. Theoretically, I had help, but I learned children that age
make their own decisions.
2. What do you
love most in the world?
I love my faith, my church and my family.
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Annie, Celia and Lynn are all that are left of the Relief Society quilting class, but they are still determined to make baby quilts for the new mothers at church. Annie, who is just south of eighty years old, calls the quiltsters (short for quilting sisters) together to ask for more. She wants to make lap quilts to give to some of the “forgotten” oldsters she sings to each week at the nursing home—something to wrap them in love at Christmastime. It’s a good idea, but the trio discovers that life and making quilts don’t always go as planned.The quiltsters discuss recipes and quilting ideas including a crocheted cat mat to use up their fabric selvage and trim scraps, all of which they share in the book.
Sarah and Brian meet at the university. Their first date is after Sarah’s First Saturday Block of the Month class she attends with her mom at the local quilt shop. Their romance grows, and they plan their future together—a plan that will require them to be separated for six months before their wedding. But, can they bear to be apart that long?
What wraps together this Christmas tale? The Fourteenth Quilt.
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Snippet:
“I think we’re finished. Let’s give it the once over and then
move The Beast to the quilt frame.”
“Oh, no!”
Annie cried out as she inspected the fabric. “The Beast drew blood.”
“What?”
Lynn
hurried over to study the three inch long pattern of red dots near the top
corner. “That’s fresh blood. Which one of us is bleeding?”
They both
inspected their fingers.
“It’s
me,” Annie sighed. “Of course I felt the pricks as we pinned this thing in
place, but I had no idea any of them were deep enough to make me bleed.”
The
doorbell rang.
“It must
be Celia,” Lynn said. “I’ll let her in and bring a Band-aid, a rag and my stain
remover on the way back.”
“What are
you doing?” Celia asked when she saw Lynn grab the spray bottle and rag from
the laundry room.
“Annie
accidentally dripped blood on The Beast. We need to get it out while it’s still
fresh.”
Without
another word, Celia broke into a run down the hall.
“Spit on
it! Spit on it!” Celia shouted to Annie as she entered the bedroom.
Startled,
Annie jerked to her full height, her eyes wide as she peered over the top of
her glasses.
“I
already bled all over The Beast. Now you want me to curse it by spitting on
it?”
“It’s
already cursed as far as I’m concerned,” Lynn muttered as she entered the room.
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