My very first quilt memory is the one quilt we had in the house. It was made by my great grandmother. I remember my aunt coming into my room (I must have been sick. Why else would I be in bed!). She pointed out different bits of fabric and told me what they came from, whose dress that was, etc. That must be why I love scrappy quilts. That quilt only survived in tatters but I have a piece of it framed.