My first memories of quilts were from my grandma's scrap bag. She made everyone's clothing. When spring came, she would cut out Tulip appliques and tear her muslin to use as her squares. She even had some old feedsacks that she used for the prints. When my grandpa would go raccoon hunting or fox hunting, she would throw some old wool quilts in the back of the car for us kids if we went with him. Simpler life but a good time.