tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395862097551549367.post9072813243946313271..comments2024-03-28T13:19:47.313-05:00Comments on Flyover Country: E II RMark Churchillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953322913824828711noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395862097551549367.post-2686930016096682112016-05-23T22:52:41.445-05:002016-05-23T22:52:41.445-05:00Hi! Not sure if you actually own the blanket in qu...Hi! Not sure if you actually own the blanket in question - the picture of the cat made me think you might - but if you do and you ever wish to sell, please feel free to send me an email. It's my dream blanket, both in colour and in history, and they come up so infrequently on eBay. I found your blog post via a google alert, that's how obsessed I am, haha. I know it's a total long shot but I figured it was worth asking :)<br /><br />Emily Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02253332546752213481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395862097551549367.post-36001581574564479532011-09-05T11:03:12.981-05:002011-09-05T11:03:12.981-05:00Blankets figure in part of my family's history...Blankets figure in part of my family's history. After marrying in Raleigh, North Carolina, my grandparents moved to Taos, New Mexico, where my grandfather practiced law. (He was a graduate of W&L's law school.) According to family lore, my grandfather's clients were often unable to pay for his services, and would instead present him with "Indian" blankets as payment. Lovely though these blankets were, they did not provide the income needed to raise a family, and my grandparents moved back to the East coast. Sadly, none of these blankets was retained; ironically, these blankets may have been worth quite a bit today!ginkgoleafhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17406461199959186569noreply@blogger.com