My mama was a young teacher in a very country school (10 grades in 2 rooms) and my daddy worked as electrician at the lumber mill.
The old lady who kept me and my 2 brothers had that kind of a house, and that kind of a frame that hung from the ceiling, and looked like that lady.
Neighbors came over and they all stitched on whatever quilt was on the frame, and we kids hid under the frame and listened to all the gossip.