Well. . .Let's Try It Again

As I said before, my aunt always had quilts on her beds. One particular quilt had a fan design. It had light pink strips in between the multicolored blocks, and each point on the fans was light pink. I remember spending many hours looking over the blocks in an attempt to match the different colors and designs.
Around the age of sixteen, I decided I really wanted that quilt. My Aunt Sis, my father's older sister, was a very generous person, who gave me quite a bit of her possessions through the years. I made every attempt I could to get that quilt. However, no amount of hinting worked. I say hinting, because if I asked for it outright, my mother would have had a major hissy fit. Her hissy fits were so bad, that it was just easier not to do it, whatever it might be. Such was my dilema.
I also knew that my aunt was getting on in years, and being the youngest one in the family, I had a slim to none chance of getting the quilt when she passed on. I have many cousins and a brother who I know had gone through her house and secretly made a mental list of what they would get when she died.
So, again, the only rational solution I could come to was to create my own quilt. One day, when I was alone in the guest bedroom, I cut out a cardboard stencil of the fans. Carefully, I made note of how many blocks there were, and wrote them down for future use.
The day after I made this move, Mother came downstairs and told me that Aunt Sis wanted to give me a quilt. My aunt had to clear it with my mother first. I got really excited. I just knew this was the fan quilt, but alas to my surprise, she offered me a choice of one of two other quilts, Double Wedding Ring, or Gramma's Flower Garden. Mother suggested the Double Wedding Ring one, and I took it. Not exactly the one I wanted, but nonetheless, a beautiful quilt.
I still wanted that fan quilt. So, if I couldn't have that one, I would make one of my own. Consequently, when we returned home to Lawton, Oklahoma, I again got out the material, and set about in our den cutting out fans and hand sewing them together. It took me many months to get them all together. About that time, life interferred, and I put the blocks away. I would not touch them until another fourteen years after I had married, had two children and moved to Henderson, North Carolina.
One day in North Carolina, I happened to open one of the boxes from our move and discovered the material, and that's when I decided that I would quilt it. I took me several months to get it done, but I did finish it. I still remember the day I shared it with my friend, Beverly. She really liked it, and that made me feel great. I still have that quilt, and along with the first one, it holds the history of my family.