When I was a very young girl, two of my great aunts who were quilters gave my mother garbage bags of unfinished tops to quilt when she wanted to learn to do it. My grandfather made her a quilt frame that took up all of our tiny living room, and I had to crawl under it for months to pass through the room! Aside from that, the first actual quilt I can remember was a heavy sunbonnet sue that laid on my bed until I was a teenager.