Her name was Lillian Catherine. Her mother was Cherokee, her father was English. She lived around the Tennessee/Virginia line.
Catherine (called Suzi) named her daughter Mary. Yesterday, with the help of her friend, Mary hung Lillian's quilt on her wall and let her eyes spin over the flowers and stars, marveling. E. L. Konigsburg says it is unwise to learn something new every day. There are days when one ought to learn nothing new but rather let all one knows well up inside of them. Such are these spring days! They say Maries (plural of Mary?) store up things and ponder them in their hearts. Though my ponderings are not written here, they are peaceful and happy, and I hope yours are just as pleasant!