Last week I went up to Newcastle to visit my Aunty Brenda and Uncle Gordon. My little sister Liz flew up from Melbourne too. They are the last of my mum and dad’s generation. We had a grand old chinwag and got a few family mysteries sorted out.
When I first started quilting in 1994, Aunty B was one of the first people I made a quilt for. It sat as a top for ages and then last year I finally finished it. I had also decided to give Uncle G a mystery quilt while I was making it. It so reminded me of him. I had always thought of him as my surfie uncle from a photo I had seen as a child of him as a very young man standing on a beach holding up a surfboard.
So last week, these two quilts were finally delivered.
Here’s a photo of the quilts in their new home.
And one of the four of us. They're looking pretty good for their mid eighties, aren't they?