I've told this story before on the board, so sorry if your've already read it.
Growing up in upstate NY on a dairy farm, there wasn't much to do in the snowbound winter. My Grandmother, Mother, Aunt, & I would embroider, piece and quilt baptism bibs for the new babies coming into our church. That is where my love of needlearts started.
We would also make quilts from old clothes, of course.
As a young bride, I was delighted to discover that my new Mother-in-law also quilted. We lived in a 2 family together, and in the evening would work together on our current quilt. She taught me how to english piece a grandmothers flower garden quilt, totally by hand.
All are gone now, just me to quilt. But as I take every stitch their guidance and love are with me.
I have taught my daughter to quilt, when she was younger & home, we would work together. Now she has a family & home of her own, every room has a quilt in it, some made by her, me or by those gone. She works, has a baby, and is working toward her Masters Degree in Education Administration, so quilting is on hold for now. But she assures me that when time presents itself again, she will get back to it.
I look forward to the days when we can quilt together again.