My desire to quilt some day came about when I was 15. I usually spent 6 weeks with my aunt and uncle in Illinois. My uncle was the preacher at the local church and my aunt belonged to the women's group. She took to with her one day when they were quilting a quilt, they invited me to help. They were surprised by my small stitches and encouraged me. They were working on a Lone Star and it was love at first sight. At the end of the day, once we returned home my aunt gave me a template, some scraps, and a needle and spool of thread, and I was off and running. I ran across that beginning years ago and tossed it. I will begin another one soon hand-pieced and all. Doing so will take me back to those days that summer and memories of my aunt and uncle, who are both long gone.
Before she passed, my aunt knew that I had begun quilting because of that summer.
Such a vivid pleasant memory they gave me.