Originally Posted by jeanharville
You recapped my grandmother's life (and for a while after WWII my mothers) exactly. I was born in 1944 and I remember life in rural Arkansas was very much like this until the mid 1950s. It was a perfect time to be a kid. Maybe not so perfect for adults.
My mother had this type frame the whole time I was growing up, and I had hers for a long time, finally had to replace them with new boards, I still have the hooks in my sewing room ceiling where I had the frames hanging. Had to take them down when I got the computer. Desk is quite large, so didn't have the room anymore. I love the memories of helping my mom quilt. She would quilt for people on her frames and charge $25. She would do the shell pattern, with a string and a piece of chalk tied on the end. She pieced and quilted all her life, the last couple of years she had to tie the quilts as her hands got crippled with arthritis. She lived to be 93 and I lost her in 2004; Still miss her everyday, and I have a lot of her quilts. Such sweet memories.