I know that is seems like talking to my grandmother would be the way to go.  I wish it were.  But my grandmother can be difficult-when it comes to this kind of thing.  She is not–at least for me–the kind of grandmother I can sit an talk to about things openly.  Not even my dad would confront her.  She can hold a grudge and be stubborn. 

I know it wasn’t an oversight that she didn’t give me a quilt.  My grandmother doesn’t forget–she is bound by tradition and good manners.  I know that might seem contradictory as it was bad manners for her to not make me a quilt.  I was talking with my brother today and he is ready to say something.  Because I just can’t.  I hate confrontation and it would be a big bru-ha-ha. 

I will consider saying something to her, but I just don’t think it will make much of a difference and there are some who are not open to nor willing to learn the lessons that they could learn.  Sadly, my grandmother is one of these women. 

Thanks for listening…

Stacie, I know you tagged me-I am doing that post for Friday.