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May 10, 2010


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I think it was '94 or '95 when my mom helped coordinate the effort that brought a big chunk of the quilt to little Stevens Point, WI. I was 9 or 10 at the time, and to see such love and care and grief through art/craft had a huge impact. I hadn't thought about this in a while--thanks for the reminder!!

Don R.

I was there, as well, in fall of '92. A very moving and memorable experience.


Like it. Good post.

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