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Weaving and Quilting (Linda Allen) (1st voice:) My grandmother's hands wove the cedar and bear grass Into this fine basket I hold in my hands, To hold bitter roots, camas, fern, tiger lily, Blackberries, cranberries - gifts from the land. My great-grandma Towsalee passed on her knowledge To her daughter Sally - she was only six then: Our tribe's own designs such as Salmon Gill, Trail of Eel, Flowers for women, and deer for the men. (2nd voice:) My grandmother's hands worked with bright colored fabrics Taken from dresses I wore long ago. With strong cotton thread and the finest of needles, Weaving my memories in patterns she'd sew. My great-grandma Eleanor passed on her knowledge To her daughter Susan when she was just nine: Lone Star, Log Cabin, the sweet Rose of Sharon, Basket, Medallion - her favorite designs. (Chorus, round, both voices:) Salmon Gill, Trail of Eel, Flowers, and Deer, Bringing the lives of our ancestors near. Lone Star, Log Cabin, Basket design, Weaving and Quilting, our stories entwine. JTD July01