I have a lot of cloth waiting to become curtains, pillows or a quilt. Ninety eight percent of all the cloth I own is white.

That is a good thing because I love white flowers and white cloth. I came by this cloth through inheritance. My husband's mother, grandmother and aunt were all sewers and loved to embroider cloth. They embroidered pillowcases, tablecloths and hand towels. After my mother-in-law passed away thirty yeas ago I packed up all these pieces and only a year ago they all came together when a friend of mine helped me redesign my studio.

There were hundreds of pieces...I was astounded when they all came together, I had no idea how much I had stored away in boxes.

One day my mother said to me..."I have a few of your grandmother Romig's white hand towels, you can have them to use in your project" I nearly fell of my chair, when she brought them down from the cedar chest in her bedroom. There in her arms she had forty five white hand towels, many of them beautifully embroidered.

I am cutting up many of these pieces, resewing them into nine patch pieces, that will eventually become a queen sized quilt. I am slowly working on it and enjoying every minute. I know who did most of the pieces by the initials R, T, D, H and B. As I sew I think of the women that made and used these cloths. Now I am using them, albeit in a very different way...I feel it honors their memory.