Saturday, May 11, 2013

The Path to Chartre

The Path to Chartres

My Mom and I went to the Chartres Cathedral in France one year.  Mom was desperate to stay overnight because she was mesmerized by the church.  We ended up in a seedy place by the railroad.  We got to our room which was very tacky and found that the bathroom was down the hall!  Mom said "my Mother would never have stayed in a hotel like this", and I said "well, my Mother IS going to stay in a hotel like this". The next morning she got up in the dark and I watched her from the window climbing up the hill to attend church - a very fond memory of mine.  

This quilt came from that memory.  


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