My interest began as a very young girl. I'd see grandma sewing quilt tops together and when it come time to tie them, the family would set up the quilt frame over the dining room table resting on the chair backs, and they'd begin tieing with yarn. I wanted to help but didn't know what to do, so grandma being the patient person she was would stick the needle through the fabric from the top, and my job from the bottom was to pull it tight, and then a half inch or less from where it came through push it back through till grandma could get a grip on the needle again and she'd finish; I was helping! it was fun to see the little "butterfly wings" once all the yarn was tied and cut. What wonderful memories. and the warmth in those quilts - heavy, with lots of real wool (carded from our own sheep- we raised a few) batting and then they'd be brought out of the cedar chest each fall in time for the cold long winters to set in... we never wanted to get out of bed once we were cuddled warm under the quilt.