An Alaskan Tradition

Mama K hails from Alaska, the land of curling, french-speaking separatists, oil sand fields, moose droppings, free health care, and more "Eh?" responses than should ever be allowed. Yes, we're talking about Southeast, little known as a province of O Canada. [Sorry, folks...I realize the humor here is missed by most people, but had to get in a personal dig at Mama K and family. -Ed] The fishing village she spent her youth in was, and somewhat still is, a hotbed of community traditions. Mass potlucks, grizzly hunting parties, shared governance, co-parenting (including breastfeeding...can we all say "gross"), self-made fireworks and parades, and rumored wife-swappings...this little road-less, generator-powered town of less than 100 rugged pioneers took social interaction very seriously, highlighted by their deep dedication to raising children as a united effort. Part of the initial welcome package for newly arrived former fetuses, the birth quilt was something everyone poured their love into. Keeping traditions alive, for the most part (this one was created solely through the efforts of Mama K's close childhood friend), a quilt arrived the other day for Young Old.

And what a fine piece of work it is:

Thanks, Molly O...it's beautiful.