Originally Posted by PKITTY1
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?
I could have written this word for word. My quilting grandmother was born in the 19th century, and her quilts were mostly calicos and some solid woolens, and always very scrappy. I remember studying the colors and patterns and loving to watch her and my aunt sewing together. When gma passed away in 1956 we lived a few hours away. By the time we got there, not a single quilt was left. She had a huge family: 10 kids and 34 grands. Obviously, I was not the only one who loved those quilts. I may not have a quilt of hers, but I have something more valuable from my experiences with her, an appreciation for this wonderful hobby.