Oldsters Are Not All the Same

Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested. The quilter was an old woman. I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it. The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor. She and I became friends. Later, good friends. And now best friends. I learned that oldsters are not all the same. She taught me this in all the right ways. I am now learning how to make a quilt too.