I remember looking at a scrap quilt one of my grandmothers had made. The squares were tiny and I would find a fabric that I loved and try and see if I could find it elsewhere in the same quilt. I had so much fun doing this when I was five. What about you?

When I was a kid the only time grannie brought out the quilts was when a bunch of grand kids spent the night. we would all pile up on the living room floor with grannies quilts, most were polyester tops and simple patterns. I used to wonder how many pair of pants it took to make each one...LOL

Cuddling up on my GGMs porch, eating popcorn wrapped in a quilt and watching the snow come down. I still feel warm just thinking about it. Maybe I was 4 years old.

Staying overnight at my friend's home when I was about 5. Her mom kept a quilt frame set up in her living room. I really liked that she made the quilts we used.

I had a old quilt when I was growing up that was made of old mens suits and had wool on the back. It wasn't pretty it was all browns and black and it was so heavy but boy was it warm. Sure wish I had it now.

i remember sleeping upstairs at my grandma and grandpa's house. my father's parents had been farmers for many years, and had recently moved "to town". the second floor area was finished, but like so many old farmhouses, it was wooden slat construction, and pretty chilly. she would tuck me in under a bowtie quilt, made of feed sacking. it was a tied quilt, with a thick wool batting. now i can identify the fabric as feed sacking, all from the thirties. then, it was just warm, and all that fabric was magic. i had my favorites in the fabrics--it was fun to find their twins in the many bowties.

today, i own the quilt, as well as a stack of others from her, my mother, and my maternal grandmother. i still love looking at the fabric, searching for the "twin".

My Mom has a quilt made by her grandmother - a Lone Star - that I remember. It's not used anymore cause it's pretty worn. She also has one that my Dad's mother made from old coats. We still use that one sometimes when we visit. It's very heavy and very warm.

I remember visiting my aunt, who was the only family member who quilted, and watching over her shoulder as she hand quilted. Little did I know that on her passing that I would be given all her treasures. What a great surprise that was, and what a wonderful legacy to pass on, to myself and now to my GD. Now that's my story and I'm sticking to it. :lol: :lol: :lol:

I remember when I was abut 4 staying all night with my Aunt Amelia. We slept up staire and it was very cold so she pulled out her quilts to cover us with. We stayed very warm that night. My Grandmother quilted also and another Aunt. I guess I have been around it all of my life. Now my mother and myself are added to this list of family quilters. A cousin also. Must run it the family. What a wonderful trait for us to have.

I must have been 3 or 4 and my grandmother came in and put 2 quilts on me as I went to bed. They were tied (all of hers were tied) and I remember feeling so loved that she put these blankets with the pretty colors on me and I could play with the yarn ties while going to sleep. As I grew up, we always used her quilts during the winter and I always felt her arms around me.

My aunt used to quilt & she always had heaps of fabrics everywhere. I loved visiting her! They all were so pretty!

Sleeping at grandma's farm house under her quilts.

When I was very young I would visit my grandmother in the summer along with my older sister and a cousin that was about our age. My grandmother had 3 round wooden cheese boxes under her bed full of scraps, one for each of us. She wanted to teach us to quilt.I would much rather be outside playing cowboys and indians with the boys in the neighborhood. Oh my, how I wish I would have learned to quilt from her. She passed away when I was 10.

When I was little I would play under grandmas quilt frame,while she quilted.She always had a quilt set up all winter,that was my tent.I cooked and she ate, alittle glass duck all winter long.Wish I could go back I could have learned so much more from her.The most patient woman I;ve ever known

I have no childhood memories of quilts, as there were no quilts to remember. What I do remember, however, are my little books with quilts on beds, on porch swings, and patchworked aprons on the mama characters. My eye was always drawn to them and I always wished for one. When I moved out on my own, my first bedspread - while not a quilt - was a cheater patchwork that I bought from the back of a magazine. lol...

We were snowed in but for some reason still had electricity. Mom dug in the closet and pulled out a couple of boxes of fabric scraps. Everyone except for dad and the baby started in working. We pressed the scraps, used empty cereal boxes to make templates and cut out blocks for several days. When we lost power and had no electricity, we sat by the windows during the day and hand pieced the blocks together. We made three full size bowtie quilt tops during that snow storm.

Since mom and grandma (dad's mom) both quilted I never remember not having a quilt on every bed and tons more in the closets. Mom had been raised in extreme poverty and many times had been cold as a child sometimes even sleeping under a ragged coat because there was nothing else. She was determined that none of her children would ever be cold at night.

I always pestered my mom to sleep on the porch in the summer as I didn't like sleeping in a hot (before Air conditioning) room. I always slept under a grandmother's flower garden quilt when I was allowed to sleep outside. I absolutely loved that quilt but have no idea who made it since I never saw my mother quilt even though she was a fantastic seamstress. I never remember seing the quilt used otherwise.

I moved to an area that has a history as being a stop for the underground railroad and learned about their using quilts as a sign as to whether it was safe to move. So there were and still are many good quilters in this area. Never having made aything more that just putting square patches together someone showed me a quilt they were working on and when I looked at it close I said I can do that - and did.

i also remember playing under the quilting frame when i was about 4--my friend esther and i would watch the needles flashing in and out under the huge frame, while our moms' "missionary circle" made quilts for missionaries far away. the ladies would all talk on the "top" of the frame, and essie and i would play on the floor.

I remember my mother working on a Grandmother's Flower Garden block when I was age 4. And the top she had stored away carefully, never completed from before she was married, until as a teenage, I bought a quilting frame fromm LeeWards' catalog, and hand quilted it for her in the living room. My own patchwork started with flannel squares left from our pajama fabric, a 9-patch, when I was age 7. It was a doll quilt but didn't survive my childhood years.

Love these stories!! I have no memories b/c nobody in my family quilted!! I'm still the only one!! :D

I was sitting on the porch with my grandma and she was teaching me how to quilt,and how to not get upset and tense about every little stitch. I was doing just that, cause I wanted to be just as good as she was. I should've known that that took time and experience, but at 12 you don't know as much as you think you know.

Mine is when I was working and one of our employees kept bringing quilt blocks in for me to see. I said to her one day,"That is so silly, buy fabric, cut it up, and then sew it back together" I had done garment sewing for many years, but never was interested in quilting. Then she broght a lap quilt done in "Stack and Whack", That did it I was hooked. I bought the book and that is what my DH calls my 20,000 quilt. That is about what I have invested in about 6 yrs.

Never had quilts at home. Saw a Lone Star quilt in a antique shop and fell in love. I took it home and put it on our bed. I would sit there and study it for hours. It inspired me to learn how to quilt. I have never made a lone star, but I have quilted one for a friend. Maybe, someday......

Growing up we lived in north-central IL...COLD and WINDY! We were very poor and most of the blankets we had were thin and holey so we would layer them so the holes were in different places. I can remember throwing my mom's wool coat over me to keep warm at night.

My dad used to go to farm/estate auctions and pick up things cheap. At one of these he picked up an OLD crazy-patch quilt...velvet, satin, etc. Very HEAVY! Most of the patches were so worn that the batting was exposed.

My sister & I shared a bed and put that thing on our bed...we were in warmth heaven!

After use in our house it became even more tattered and one day when I was about 10-12 my mom took some ticking material she had and covered the quilt with it because so much batting was falling out from the tears in the original quilt. She & I then tied the quilt with red yarn.

This was my FIRST lesson in how quilts were made...by tying this quilt! My mom was not a quilter, but she knew how to cover an old quilt to extend it's life.

Sleeping under Grama's heavy quilts at her beach house :D:D:D

I had a quilt that I remember from growing up thinking back it was ugly but I loved it it was grey with colored umbrellas all over it just two pieces of fabric tied with a thick batting. I loved that Quilt, My mom does not know what ever happened to it also I have a sunbonnet Sue Quilt that an Aunt made me hen I was little one year for Mothers Day my mom gave me a framed block from it many years later she gave me the whole quilt and said she didn't know what ever happened to the missing block. Then I told her I had it in a frame! I want to have a coffee table with glass on the sides to display them in some day.

Don't remember anyone in my family having quilts but as a young adult (early 1960's) I worked in a dress shop doing alterations. One season coulot dresses (dresses but with seam making skirt flowing pants) were not selling so the owner had me cut skirt/pant and make a center seam so dress had a regular skirt. What to do with those pieces? I made squares and put together for a scrappy block quilt. Quilted odd patterns on each square. It is faded and worn and kept in our car to this day - just in case needed for warmth. Did not realize then that I would enjoy many years of quilting.

Keep the stories coming- I love them!!

I remember sleeping with my sister in my grandmother's feather bed covered with quilts. There is nothing warmer.

As the oldest of 3 children, I had a single bed. From the earliest I can remember, I had a single size quilt on it. I imagine my grandmother made it because my parents both worked in the various businesses they owned. It was a simple block quilt with sashing between blocks. Very scrappy but the squares were probably 8 inches or so. I can remember many times during childhood, sitting on my bed, telling my younger sis and brother stories on that quilt and using the blocks for different rooms in the imaginary house in whatever story I was telling them. I also cut out many paper dolls sitting on it and read many books, lying on it. Sadly I do not know where it ended up as we moved many times but it still resides in my memory.

As far as I know, I am the one and only quilter in my family and have no recollection of any quilt as I grew up. However, my mom purchased a sewing machine for herself in the 50s and I was used to seeing and using an old Wheeler-White treadle that she used to sew on on my grandmother's porch. One day, my mom was cutting out squares from various fabrics with a cardboard "template" when I asked her what she was doing. She told me she wanted to make a quilt some day. I didn't think much of it until after she passed away at 56 and I came across the template and bunch of squares. I had no use for them and tossed them. But the memory came back to me years later and I decided that I would make the quilt she wanted to do when I retired. I have been self-taught and quilting now for 10 years. (These are for you, Mom.)

I am sure she is looking down and smiling.

My gramma lived in an 8 foot wide house trailer next to my aunt's house so she could still be independent and my aunt was close..well before assisted living came about! Gram didn't get around very well, but sat at her machine at the kitchen table..the living room was on one end, the bathroom on the other...so we often played games on her living room floor while our mom was at my aunt's and kept her company. She always had a yard stick on the table for measuring. If one of us acted up, she'd wait til we were headed to the bathroom and "whack" :lol: She'd get you with that yardstick when you least expected it!! I can still remember "there, that's for you being a little snot" :lol: :lol: I'll tell you what..that little 80 year old frail woman had one heck of a swing!!! But I still have my dresden plate quilt tucked away 45 years later..

At 5 I remember sleeping under one made by my grandmother. It was dark colors of wool squares and tied. I slept upstairs and it was mightly cold up there at night (no heat upstairs) so that wool quilt felt very good. Surely wish I had it now. All the quilts made by my mother and grandmother are gone, but no one seems to know where they went. Thank goodness I found out that one of my sisters had my mother's 1954 featherweight. It has been promised to me.

The quilt my grandmother made me when I was 5. So many prints.......it was security blanket and I loved it to pieces.......repaired it the best I could, and display it on my quilt rack.

I love the Grandma stories they are all adorable. My mother always sewed and hand embroideried. So that meant me and my sisters had no choice in the matter. So sometime between the age of eleven and thirteen we learn to sew, embroidery, knit, and hand-piece quilting. I started my first nine-patched. I never finished it. I do have the last quilt that my mother made on my bed right now. She finished it in the 60's. I found one of her UFP (top), two years ago when I moved from my house into the apartment. I was clean out my garage and found it stored there, I was so happy that day.

My grandmother used to keep her quilting frame covered with a blanket, we weren't allowed to see it. I also remember that she wrote my mother that Lucille (the general store owner) had received fabrics for the quiltmakers,

I remember my mom's aunt would have us girls (about 15 cousins and our moms) come to her house (only 600 sq ft home). There was two large dining tables put together in what should have been the living room and dining area. She was teaching my much older sister and older cousins to crazy quilt with velvet tidbits (crumbs now) and I was about 4 years old under the table learning how to construct barbie clothes and barbie quilts.

I learned a lot of sewing from my mom and her Aunt.

When I was pregnant with my first son (1990), I would go to her same house (600 sq ft) and sew with her (age 92 and still sewing) and her daughter (in her seventies) and on of my mom's sisters (late 60's) for a real life (old fashion)quilting bee.

I miss that.

We always had quilts on our beds. Never gave it much thought they were just scraps. Grandma had pieced many tops, my mom finished them and we used them.

When I got married, I didn't want my quilts from my bed, after all I got lots of blankets as gifts. So I gave mine to my sister for her children's beds.

I was an 18 year old bride that did not know the value of what I had. Now I am married 50 years and know much better. (It didn't take me all 50 years to know that, LOL)

When my mom passed, I did get several of my grandmother's tops so all was not lost.

Jean