A Quilt for Barnum Bill

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A couple of weeks after the party, I wrote about a secret project I'd begun, in lieu of cleaning the sewing studio. Today is when it is revealed!
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You see, the circus party of this past May wasn't the first such event. A few years back, Bill had held a similar party. At that time, we went to the Circus in Trenton, New Jersey, and after the show, Bill had arranged for us to have champagne and dessert in the elephant barn.
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It was an experience I'll never forget. With the approval and supervision of the elephant trainers, we were able to get up close and personal with these amazing animals, touching their skin, finding out how interesting the end of the trunk is, as we fed them. I'd like to say we even looked them in the eye, but it was more the other way around -- the elephants watched us very intently. Bill just stood there reveling in our delight. Elephants are his favorite animal and he wanted us to understand why.
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He told a story about having been taken the the circus as a very young boy, about four years old, I believe, dressed in a little white sailor suit. And being picked up by an elephant. That must have started the whole thing.
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The pictures of the elephants turned up this May, right after the party, around the time I was supposed to clean the studio. They were just right. (You can click on the picture to see all of the fabrics better.) I drafted a plan and showed it to Joe. He approved with one addition: "Personalize it," he said. "Put Bill's name right on it." And so I did. Bill's coming to dinner tonight. Guess what he's taking home with him.
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