Quilt of Many Colors

Jesus Loves Me, This I Know
Jesus Loves Me, This I Know

When my mom and my daughter’s family visited a few weeks back, Ann set us the task of creating a family quilt for baby Henry. Henry is home with a feeding tube, stable for now, too soon yet to know the extent of the developmental consequences of his very difficult birth.

But he needs the warmth of this quilt in the coming months–both the cloth of it and the care and love that went into its craft. This I know.

Love Taryn and Grannie, Abby, Holli, Mimi, Mike and Dumpa

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Published by fred

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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7 Comments

  1. As I recently told Ann, we think about you everyday and you are always in our prayers. The quilt is beautiful and healing for the givers and the receivers. Thanks for posting an update, I’m sure all that follow this blog have been wondering about Henry’s progress.

  2. The quilt — and thoughts of its making, and makers — brings us joy. Henry will grow up loving it. Thanks to all Fragments readers for your prayers and well wishes for our boy. Henry’s doing great these days, and now is quilt-fortified!

  3. I loved seeing a glimpse inside your home, after so many years being restricted to the outside. Thanks for inviting us in!

  4. It amazes me sometimes, the strange gestalt of a quilt made out of love… How do simple threads become intertwined and then end up meaning so much? I know Henry will carry his beautiful “Binky” with him for many years, getting more tattered and dirty, and conversely, more loved every day! Thanks for sharing!

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