Our Christmas Quilts

The Fabric of Life Book 3

By: Rhonda Cratty

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

Length: 9 hrs and 30 mins

Publisher's summary

Welcome back to Summit!

Join Nonna Patti and her granddaughters-Sofia and Elena; in their Ice Cream Parlor, as she shares a scoop of ice cream and Christmas Quilts with the town. Her family's lives unfold around making Christmas quilts and ice cream. With love, the generations come together to support and quilt.
Our Christmas Quilts is a heartwarming story. With plenty of inspiration and ideas for quilts and gifts of your own, throughout the book; Plus ice cream recipes to enjoy.
Truly a generational story, for all ages, that is meant to be shared and enjoyed with family and friends.

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...Elena walked into the dark, cold room. “Sofia, have you ever seen the Ice Cream Parlor so dark and quiet?”
We set our suitcases down.
Turning toward my sister, I shook my head, “Never; it’s always been the center of the town.”
Reaching down and turning on the Christmas tree lights, Elena whispered, “Especially at Christmas.”
“Especially when everyone should be here celebrating Christmas Eve.” Walking over to Jana’s ice cream cone quilt, remembering aloud, “Jana’s party for her first year living in Summit was such fun.”
“Our birthdays are always celebrated here.”
“And our graduations.”
“Wedding receptions.”
“Baby showers.”
Elena’s face glowed in the Christmas lights. “Making Christmas quilts.”
“Even before our quilting room, Nonna Patti and Mom would slide the long bench tables together so we could work on our Christmas quilt while the Parlor was open.”
Elena giggled, saying, “Every year, Helen would offer her shop for us to use.”
“Every year, Nonna Patti would say no, we had our quilting room.”
“Every year, Helen would say she was a stubborn scooper.”
“And…” Elena and I said, “Every year, Nonna would say, it’s a family thing.”
Looking around at the walls as she walked around the Parlor, Elena stopped before me, “Sofia, do you notice something missing?”
I looked from my twin sister’s face to the walls, “The Christmas Quilts! They should be up by now.”