I spent a lot of time with my grandma when I was a girl. I loved helping her lay out a pattern at the kitchen table and watch her cut it out. Later when I took home ec in Jr. High I fought against the teacher's sewing rules...things like pin the pattern every 3 inches. Grandma just used butter knives to weight it down! Every Thursday morning Grandma took me with her to her Mary and Martha's group at church to sew missionary projects and have a potluck lunch. The older women, the Dorcas group, always had a quilt on a big frame, and they taught me to hand quilt. My great grandma taught me smocking, cross stitch and embroidery while we sat and watched soap operas after lunch. In junior high I started making all my own clothes, and Grandma always checked to see if all my seams were finished neatly. When I sew on her old Morse machine, I always feel close to her. Great memories and a legacy of skills which I treasure.