Years ago, maybe three, I made Sister an Alzheimer's quilt. There was no particular pattern or beauty to it. It was simply for feeling. The squares were every texture I could find. There was fur, velvet, silk and satin; something that was sort of rough like burlap, some squeaky taffeta, corduroy, of course, and a nubby pique. Long after her ability to speak was gone, she continued to enjoy rubbing the many feelings of her quilt. There's so pitifully little you can share with an Alzheimer's patient but that was one. Polly
"Donna in NE La." So glad that you are fine, Miz Polly!! So sorry for your loss. My father had