I remember looking at a scrap quilt one of my grandmothers had made. The squares were tiny and I would find a fabric that I loved and try and see if I could find it elsewhere in the same quilt. I had so much fun doing this when I was five. What about you?

When I was a kid the only time grannie brought out the quilts was when a bunch of grand kids spent the night. we would all pile up on the living room floor with grannies quilts, most were polyester tops and simple patterns. I used to wonder how many pair of pants it took to make each one...LOL

Cuddling up on my GGMs porch, eating popcorn wrapped in a quilt and watching the snow come down. I still feel warm just thinking about it. Maybe I was 4 years old.

Staying overnight at my friend's home when I was about 5. Her mom kept a quilt frame set up in her living room. I really liked that she made the quilts we used.

I had a old quilt when I was growing up that was made of old mens suits and had wool on the back. It wasn't pretty it was all browns and black and it was so heavy but boy was it warm. Sure wish I had it now.

i remember sleeping upstairs at my grandma and grandpa's house. my father's parents had been farmers for many years, and had recently moved "to town". the second floor area was finished, but like so many old farmhouses, it was wooden slat construction, and pretty chilly. she would tuck me in under a bowtie quilt, made of feed sacking. it was a tied quilt, with a thick wool batting. now i can identify the fabric as feed sacking, all from the thirties. then, it was just warm, and all that fabric was magic. i had my favorites in the fabrics--it was fun to find their twins in the many bowties.

today, i own the quilt, as well as a stack of others from her, my mother, and my maternal grandmother. i still love looking at the fabric, searching for the "twin".

My Mom has a quilt made by her grandmother - a Lone Star - that I remember. It's not used anymore cause it's pretty worn. She also has one that my Dad's mother made from old coats. We still use that one sometimes when we visit. It's very heavy and very warm.

I remember visiting my aunt, who was the only family member who quilted, and watching over her shoulder as she hand quilted. Little did I know that on her passing that I would be given all her treasures. What a great surprise that was, and what a wonderful legacy to pass on, to myself and now to my GD. Now that's my story and I'm sticking to it. :lol: :lol: :lol:

I remember when I was abut 4 staying all night with my Aunt Amelia. We slept up staire and it was very cold so she pulled out her quilts to cover us with. We stayed very warm that night. My Grandmother quilted also and another Aunt. I guess I have been around it all of my life. Now my mother and myself are added to this list of family quilters. A cousin also. Must run it the family. What a wonderful trait for us to have.

I must have been 3 or 4 and my grandmother came in and put 2 quilts on me as I went to bed. They were tied (all of hers were tied) and I remember feeling so loved that she put these blankets with the pretty colors on me and I could play with the yarn ties while going to sleep. As I grew up, we always used her quilts during the winter and I always felt her arms around me.