The end of a story...almost...maybe...

          This is my grandson Eamon. He’s five, the youngest of the Magnificent Seven.
          I’m sure you will remember simply because I’ve said it so often that when I retired I announced  I would make a bed-size quilt for each grandchild.This is his. Aren’t the colors pretty? His mother picked the fabrics and the quilt coordinates with—though does not match—his brother’s.

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