Manchmal findet man etwas wieder, das man schon lange vermisst hat, nach dem man lange gesucht hat....
"Gazing at the quilt that had so long eluded her, Sylvia resolved to gather the precious scraps of her mother's history and piece them together until a pattern emerged, until she understood as well as any daughter could the choices her mother had made. ...
She had found the New York Beauty at last, and with it, a small portion of her mother's history. ...
'My mother made this quilt,' said Sylvia,..., knowing that in a moment, Claire would turn over the quilt to reveal the initials and date Eleanor Lockwood Bergstrom had embroidered so many years ago, as if she had known this day would come."
(from: The Quilter's Legacy, by Jennifer Chiaverini, 2003)