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One day I found a  quilt badly needing repair, that had been "lost" in the bottom of a cedar chest. It is the only thing I have from my mother's mother, who died long before I was born. Although my mother, too, had difficulty loving unless one was perfect, the quilt powerfully brought to me the "unperfect" side of loving. It restarted a dormant ambition to quilt. Now my daughters will have tangible keepsakes for themselves and their children, of a grandmother's love.
On a side note, we may be related by marriage. Lynn Donham (a variant of Dunham)