I have the first quilt I ever made -- it was for my son -- he was 15. It is a tree of life -- it went to college with him -- he slept wrapped up like a mummy in it. Many washings later, it even went in his backpack to Russia and Albania where he was teaching the Red Guard camp boys how to play baseball. It was a swap arranged by the YMCA.
He brought it back to me when he got married and asked if I could repair it. One of the fabrics was shredded. -- probably it was a used piece cut from a shirt. It is still in a chest waiting for me to do it. So many memories go into making a quilt..He was in a body cast and I was in a walking cast that summer as I hand quikted it.
He is 54 now
\Mim