So after making Anonymous Old Lady, I made several other biography quilts. At one garage sale, I met Edna's daughter. Edna had died, the house was being sold, and I remember her daughter as being very eager to tell me all about her mom. About how she and her mom and her grandmother quilted, and knitted together, how her mom made hooked rugs, and how beautiful she was. I don't remember if she gave me a photo that day, or sent it later, but the wedding photo was the only indication of her dad, Al. When I got home, I took all the stuff I had purchased and pinned it up on my work wall.