Overheard
In my memory I often travel back to southeastern Kentucky and my childhood. Our family was close and loving. We plated and worked together. Many winter nights we spent helpig my mother, Deleian Swanson, quilt. In those days, making quilts was a necessuty instead of a spare time hobby.
My dad, Lewis Swenson, had made Mom a wooden quilt frame. It was attached to hooks on the ceiling with hea…