I love hearing about the wool pants used for that quilt behind your mother. Brings back some good memories of my paternal grandmother. She loved to quilt and wouldn’t waste a single remnant after a dress or shirt had been made.
Great job on the intro and music. Enjoyed hearing this, Wibby!
Hey!
I love the way you stroked the quilt Mother Ollie made. My mother, LaRue, made all our clothes growing up – until the 1970s. Sadly, that means that most of the boxes of scraps left from thing she made me are double knit polyester. Wonder what ever happened to that bright orange pant suit with the white and yellow daisy trim she made me? I know it never wore out – even at the knees. Thank you for sharing. Dixie
Thank you so much for this blog. I remember sleeping upstairs at grandmother Helms house and it was so cold that we piled on the quilts. The were so heavy we couldn’t get out of the bed!
The World According to Wibby 
Hi Wibby and Margaret!
Thanks for posting this video! Its great to hear both of your voices. Wibby, age 80 suits you well – you look great!
Love you, and happy labor day!
Mary Ann
I love hearing about the wool pants used for that quilt behind your mother. Brings back some good memories of my paternal grandmother. She loved to quilt and wouldn’t waste a single remnant after a dress or shirt had been made.
Great job on the intro and music. Enjoyed hearing this, Wibby!
Wibby says: “You’re so kind with your comments, Wendy!”
Hey!
I love the way you stroked the quilt Mother Ollie made. My mother, LaRue, made all our clothes growing up – until the 1970s. Sadly, that means that most of the boxes of scraps left from thing she made me are double knit polyester. Wonder what ever happened to that bright orange pant suit with the white and yellow daisy trim she made me? I know it never wore out – even at the knees. Thank you for sharing. Dixie
Wibby says: “I’m sure I must have some fabric that I can share with you, Dixie! Thanks for telling me your family quilting stories!”
Thank you so much for this blog. I remember sleeping upstairs at grandmother Helms house and it was so cold that we piled on the quilts. The were so heavy we couldn’t get out of the bed!