My Grandfather wrote alternate lyrics for the hymn For All the Saints which was sung at family weddings and later his funeral. My first experience of All Saint’s Day was in 1985 while living with my grandfather in Guatemala. Families fly large octagonal kites in the cemetery as memorials for los muertos, their ancestors. The quilt’s background color is taken from the painted crypts in the cemetery at Santiago Sacatepequez. This kite is my memorial of my Gramps, Kenneth L. Pike.