LITTLE BALKANS CHRONICLES: The stories Kansas quilts tell
J.T. Knoll
Before I left for Chicago in 1973 to find a new life I could write home and describe, I had the good sense to spend a night and day with Grandma Ada Fowler in Arcadia.
The most memorable part of my visit is, to this day, when she gathered her sewing basket and I drove her to the church bungalow to sit around the frame and trade the local news as she quilted with other ladies from the community.
The afternoon spawned a poem in which I sang out the quilt names.