The summer of second grade, I was wearing my play tutu and remembered seeing a feather in the swimming pool area. We were NEVER allowed to touch feathers because they harbored unimaginable germs. I disobeyed my mother and headed to that feather only to find my baby sister upside down with her diaper out of the water in our below ground swimming pool. I jumped in, pulled her out and the next thing I remember is my dad breathing life into her on the picnic table and then rushing her to the hospital. I always say that I saved my sister’s life with a feather.
Barbara from both of my quilt guilds made a Feather Bed Quilt and I told her the story and commented that if she had any extra feathers, I’d love one for my sister. Thank you Barbara for the center. I added borders and quilted it up for my sister. Friday is Christine’s birthday.