My Grandaddy, Robert E. Lee Ward was a Methodist Minister in Western N.C. in the first half of the 20th Century. I knew him as the most patient person, observant of every detail. He was able to climb trees (even in his eighties!) and he would mow the lawn in his "old" morning suit. On cold mornings he would start the wood stove before we could bear to get from under the covers. He delighted in listening to all of the grandchildren sing and play the piano. The verses of two of his favorite hymns; His Eye is On the Sparrow and I Would be True are quilt-written on this piece. My grandmother's flower garden was wild and glorious winding down the hill in front of the homeplace to which they retired.