When i was just a little tiny tiny girl,my mother used to leave me with my grandmother, or one of her sisters, my great aunts. I remember that I was small enough to walk under the quilt frame. So they gave me a job of sitting on a footstool under the quilt frame to pick up dropped spools of thread, needles, scissors, and thimbles. To keep me happy they gave me scraps to play with. One day they discovered me "sewing" the scraps with a needle with no thread in it, (and I suppose wondering why it didn't stay together? )
So they gave me threaded darning needles with thread in them and I happily sewed the scraps together in bunches.
then I would hand them up "to be put in the quilt"
So they told me that the lowest left hand corner block was mine! on every quilt! -Of course they were lying to me, but by the time I got old enough to figure that out- I was hooked on quilting!
I am 81 now....been quilting off and on ever since!
By the way, all of my grandmother's family were good honest people, this was one of the few lies they ever all told together at the same time!
Jeannie