St. Regis travel pillow tradition continues
AMY QUINLIVAN | Hagadone News Network | UPDATED 2 years AGO
For the past 23 years Rose Gotcher, from St. Regis has taken to her sewing machine each school year to provide homemade green and gold patterned travel pillows for the high school student athletes. This treasured fluff filled tradition provides some comforts of home during long bus rides to and from games. What started back when her granddaughter was playing volleyball, has now culminated with Gotcher's great granddaughter now receiving a pillow of her own as she plays for the Tiger's. (Photo courtesy/Jesse Allan)
For the past 23 years Rose Gotcher, from St. Regis has taken to her sewing machine each school year to provide homemade green and gold patterned travel pillows for the high school student athletes. This treasured fluff filled tradition provides some comforts of home during long bus rides to and from games. What started back when her granddaughter was playing volleyball, has now culminated with Gotcher's great granddaughter now receiving a pillow of her own as she plays for the Tiger's. (Photo courtesy/Jesse Allan)
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