Thunder is rumbling outside, it's 7:30 pm on a thursday evening. I've had an 'airing of the quilt' here for the past couple days, and before I brought the quilt in, I thought I'd take some pics, and write about it's story.
Up the road from me about 20 miles is the tiny little town of Little Mountain, SC. I don't know why they even call it Little Mountain, because there IS no mountain there. However, there is a great antique mall and I love to wander the aisles and touch history. Not alot comes home with me, but one day I did happen up on this quilt....folded under a stack, all I saw was a bit of red and green calico and I had to dig further.
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