A few years ago our quilting group at church was a thriving circle of women who met every Wednesday under the watchful eye of Charlotte. Charlotte suffered from arthritis and osteoperosis. It became increasingly more difficult for her to get to the church to sew. As the groups activities dwindled, I took it upon myself to wonder if I couldn't use the area they met in (on off hours) to invite the downtown ladies in to use the sewing machines.
I called Charlotte, leaving messages on her answering machine, and got the answer through her husband that it would be fine with her. I called again and asked if I could get the keys to open the cabinets where the sewing machines are stored (again on the answering machine). Her husband brought the keys to church and I had copies made.
The group hasn't met for a year now. But my little group of downtown ladies meets every Tuesday. We are forming quite a fellowship.
Charlotte died last Monday. At her funeral her dear husband gave me her keys to the sewing room.
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Leonna: Touching story. Glad you posted it and YES I can read you now. LOL. Bec
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