My Daddy used to talk about one of his earliest memories of his mamma was when he would play under her quilt hanging from the ceiling, and he would poke his head up into her quilt, and she would plink (not hard) him on the head with her thimble. It was a game for both of them. (he was born in 1913 and passed away in 1966, but I still remember that) I have one of her quilts. Nice memories we have around our quilts.