My first quilt memory is this: My sister and I often spent time with maternal grandparents. Grandma was a quilter, and all the beds had wonderful quilts. One day, as I was "napping" I discovered that I could pull out the threads of the quilt, and spent much of nap time un-quilting a beautiful tulip applique quilt. Grandma noticed it some weeks later and gave me a stern scolding. She requited the part I'd torn out, and I still own the quilt today. It's nearly 100 years old.