I can remember as a child sitting under my grandmothers quilting frame that had been lowered from the ceiling on chains. It was in what today would be the den. The living room was kept only for company with its red and blue horsehair furniture, a piano and 3 beautiful inlaid mother of pearl step tables that my uncle had sent home from Japan during WW II. Finished quilts were stacked in the corner of the bedroom next to two huge feather mattressed beds. Wonderful times. All Grandmammys quilts were later burned in a fire.