My Children Are More Precious Than Gold - Plot & Excerpts
Lue yelled, bursting through the screen door with Don on his heels. “Mercy sakes, we's in the bedroom. What's the matter now?” Breathlessly, the boys hurried to the bedroom door. Standing around the bed, Nannie, Cass, and Bess studied the layers of fabric they had stretched out across the bed. They were getting ready to baste the layers together and place them in the quilting frames at the end of the bed. Whenever any of the girls had a spare moment, they would be expected to sew on the quilt stretched in the frames. This top happened to be a simple but colorful nine patch pattern. There was no way to keep to a certain color scheme in those days. All Nannie’s quilt tops were cut and hand sewen from the lest faded pieces of discarded clothes in the rag box. “Mama, if we could catch a wild turkey that's nesten in the timber could we keep it? We'd have turkey for Thanksgiving dinner for sure without tryen to hunt one if the eggs hatched,” said Lue. “I don't know about that. I doubt y'all could get close enough to catch a wild turkey, besides ya'd have to try to catch her jest right to get her to finish sitten on her eggs.
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