When I was 8 years old my mother, my little brother, and I took the train from Stockton, CA to Los Angeles to visit my grandparents. It was in the summer of 1967.
My grandmother was one of those women who made everything. She was a tailor by trade but also did upholstery and ceramics. I was a little girl who loved making things. She had a stash of McCalls Needlework and Crafts magazines. I was fascinated with them, particularly one that had photos of a quilt show in New York City.