This square was for my oldest son, Bill Tatman. Each stitch is a good memory. Blue thread for his blue eyes. The fish, butterfly and green signified his love for the great outdoors. My Billy.
Bernadine Tatman
An elderly lady at the nursing home did the square for me. I told her “Just do anything you can do, it won’t matter.” I guess it would compare to the coat of many colors.
I’m grateful for Ms. Sunny and that she could do the square.
Nancy J. Whitmore
In Memory of Richard M. Whitmore
This quilt square that I made is dedicated to my son, Dobie J. Ditona. Growing up in Hawaii, he always played with yellow Hibiscus flowers. The red flowers represent me, his mother, who nurtured him and watched him grow. It surrounds the yellow flowers as if protecting him.
I love and miss you very much Dobie . . . Mom
10/28/64 – 12/5/05
I wanted to do a quilt square for my brother because he was very special to me. I chose the one I did with the angels on it because to me he was an angel and I consider him now as my guardian angel, watching over me from up above.
He worked very hard and was so close to graduating with a bachelor’s degree and had only a few weeks left when he had a car accident. He worked full time and then went straight to school for 3 years and it’s a shame that this happened and I never will understand.
07/05/57 – 12/07/04
March 16, 1982 – April 11, 2004
“I love you infinity plus 1 x 2 and a day; you can’t beat that, that’s forever.”
The “quilt of love” gave me a chance to share the above slogan for which my son, Ben, was famous for with others. Hopefully it will remind someone that they are loved and thought of in such as warm and special way, just like a quilt does.
Geraldine Harper
Mother
I had not been able to think of something “Maria-like” for the quilt square until I came across something while browsing through Maria’s desk one day. I came upon a folder with old high school homework assignments. One brought goosebumps to me. It was called “Who am I and why do I exist”.
I laughed at some of the things she wrote about who she was, but when I read “Why do I exist” I was overwhelmed with her words.