Remarkably, I don't have a memory of seeing or sleeping under a quilt until I was married at age 23. My husband's first (and late) wife was a very talented seamstress and quilter. When we were married I inherited all her quilts. The majority of them were utilitarian but her final quilt (which I had to have her friend bind) was hand quilted and gorgeous. I still have it today. I only have a couple of her quilts left. The majority of them were given to her grandchildren - born after her death. I knew from first sight, I would make quilts some day too, but they would NOT be polyester.

there were always quilts around when i was little, but when i was around ten, my grandmother got a huge box of ski garment material.   she made quilts for everyone, and we all slept under those patchwork quilts for years.   the few that are remaining are hoarded by family members.

My earliest memory of a quilt was when I was about 9 years old. My mother inherited a quilt from someone, I think it was from an aunt of hers. Mother was so excited! "Oh! Look! I have a quilt!" Having a quilt, even when it was tattered and worn was obviously very special. Mother wasted no time removing the tattered fabric from the wool batting. She got some of the least expensive fabric she could find, a fabric with large, gaudy, red flowers printed all over it and proceeded to make a new covering for her quilt. She tied it was was ever so proud to show off her anitque quilt. Clearly, the most important part of the quilt was the batting. At least, that was the most important part my mother's quilt. Years later, I became a quilter and developed a different opinion as to what the value of a quilt was.

I think the first time I slept under a quilt must have been when I was about 10 years old, visiting my grandparents house in Nova Scotia. I slept in my Aunt Nora's sewing room where there was a lovely old treadle sewing machine that could go forwards or backwards. There was also a bookshelf with the Anne of Green Gables books by L.M. Montgomery.  I don't remember the specifics of the quilt, but I always felt warm and loved when I slept there, so I'm sure it was under a hand made quilt.

C.

My Mother never had a quilt and my Grandparents had passed before I was born so my earliest memory was after I married at my Mother-in-laws home.

Mom was a bedspread lover, so quilts were never a part of my life as a child.  As a teen, I was looking through my mother's cedar chest and I came across the first quilt I can ever remember seeing. It was a very scrappy, yo-yo quilt and I immediately fell in love with it. The quilt had belonged to my maternal grandmother, though I am unsure as to who actually stitched it. Over the years, I have used it on the bed, as a table covering and simply tossed over the back of the sofa at times. The fabric and stitching has begun to show serious signs of wear. Until I have an opportunity to make repairs, it's been once more tucked away, this time in my own cedar chest.

Elizabeth

The  first quilts I remember were the dark colored, soft and heavy comforters that we used sleeping in the unheated upstairs in Illinois~~very comforting on those cold nights!!

1st quilting experience was when I was 6 and at my great grandmothers house. She showed me how to make a dresser scraf using crayons.  My mother did not quilt, so after my great grandmother died I had no quilting until I moved to KY.  My MIL quilted and everyone got together to quilt the tops in the winter. She did not do anything fancy for piecing or the quilting. It was totally functional for her.

The first quilt I ever saw was at grandmother's house. My sisters and I had come to live with her and grandpa after our parents were divorced.  I had turned 4 that spring.  Grandma's quilt was a marvelous thing of beauty.  She had made it out of grandpa's ties when he had retired.  That was long before we came to live with them.  It was in the Grandma's Fan Pattern.  She had used a rich brown taffeta for the center point in the fan and the sashing, an ivory cream taffeta for the outside area of the block and grandpa's ties were the fan parts. It was so smooth to touch, especially to a child. I can still remember the rustle and crinkle of the quilt as I slid across it.  Sadly, she never passed that skill on to us. She never made a quilt after we arrived.  However she did teach me how to make my own clothing, to sew for others, and a love of fabrics!

My first memories of a quilt must have been when I was about 5 or 6 and I would go to my Grandma Mary's on my father's side and she would get her quilts out and work on them.  She worked on a crazy quilt that she was embroiderying on.  It was very soft and very beautiful and I loved to look at it and touch it.  I believe it was from velvet fabrics.  I am not sure what every happened to that beautiful quilt.  My grandmother also made me an embrodered quilt that she used sugar sacks for the blocks.  She passed away before she had the quilt finished.  My mother put the blocks together and quilted it by hand and gave it to me.  My daughter was about 4 at the time and wanted the quilt.  At first I told her no. that was mama's quilt.  Then I thought it over and I could almost hear my grandmother scolding and saying "there is no point in beautiful quilts and cold babies".  So, in the morning the quilt came down off the shelf and was given to my daughter who used and loved that quilt clear into her married life until it was so worn and thread bare that it was falling apart.  

My earliest memory…

Can’t say just how old I was because they have been in my life before I was born.  My Grandmother on my Mother’s side made quilts and I am sure there was one made for me for the day I was born and unfortunately I don’t still have that quilt.

I do remember the old treadle sewing machine she would be working at when we would go and visit.  She did the hand quilting in their dinning room and the frame took up the whole space, this I can happily say I have, but have not used it, I don’t have the extra space to set it up or the time to do hand quilting.  I would like to have it set up with a quilt on it just for display (if my son ever moves out and I get his room) not that I am trying to get rid of him, but that would be nice to have more ME!

My Grandparents came over to the United States around 1913 and my Grandmother brought a quilt she would change the outside of and only use the yarn to hold the layers together because, in this quilt the batting is camel hair.  I would just love to use this quilt as I am sure it would be warm and have the weight that my husband loves on our bed, but I would not have an idea of how to keep it clean and wouldn’t want to ruin it.  So I guess I need to find out how to care for this because I think I would enjoy it much more on my bed then in a chest!

This memory of quilts is my Grandmother because there was ALWAYS a quilt on her frame; she would make them for the church to sell if there weren’t a family member that was in need of one.  Also she is the reason I only recently started quilting because I know the time she had in just 1 and there is no way I have that kind of time.  Now with the machine quilting I have a chance to join her as a quilter, but have not made anything as grand as hers yet.  I would look at her double wedding ring quilt even as a kid and wonder how she got those corners’ to match?  Curves in a quilt scare me and I think it would be a long time before I will ever try them.

My earliest memory of a quilt is a doll quilt (I think made by my grandmother) for my doll. It was a scrap checkerboard pattern.

My earliest memory was of a quilt top.  I needed a project for art class in 7th grade and my mother brought out a quilt top made by my grandmother before her death.  She didn't quilt so she suggested that "quilting" the top would make a good project.  It was approved by my teacher and I ended up tying the quilt.  I didn't know anything about quilt construction, so my mom gave me an old army blanket for the batting and a bed sheet for the backing.  It ended up being so heavy that it didn't get used.  After I married, my husband used the quilt as though it was "just a blanket" and it got dirty.  He then washed it in the washing machine.  I found it there completely knotted around the agitator, and several blocks had just disintegrated.  I took the quilt apart and kept only the top.  I have hopes that I can somehow repair the blocks.  The fabric of the original blocks are most likely 30's and 40's fabric.  Since my grandmother died in 1966, this quilt is one of the few things I have to remind me of her.

My earliest memory of a quilt was a colonial lady quilt that was on "my bed" at my grandmothers.  I loved all the pretty prints in the lady's gowns.  After over 55 years that quilt has come to to me along with all the memories of overnight visits at my grandmother's.

Wow!  This one is tough but I  think it was a double knit patch work my mom made from scraps of outfits that she had made for me, her, grandma and great grandma.  Quilts have always been in my life but that is the first one I remember as a child sleeping under.  My favorite is a wheel quilt made by my great great grandmother.  The weight is perfect.  

I can never remember NOT having a homemade quilt to snuggle under growing up in the colder months in the foothills of North Carolina.  My grandmother was ill and sat in her chair all day piecing quilt tops together by hand.  My mother would come home from the sock mill at lunch to check on her and to cut out more pieces for my grandmother to sew together that afternoon.  Her quilting was never precise, but the love she put into all her "scrappy" quilts was felt every time the weather turned cold enough to  pull the familiar quilts out of the closet and pile them on the beds every year.  I also remember a Sun Bonnet  girl quilt my aunt gave me when I was about 8 years old that I just loved!  I still have pieces of it in a cedar chest...just can't give it up.

I always had comforters on my bed growing up, but I do remember the first "real" quilt I saw.  My mother and I went to a little quilt store in central TN - dad and brothers weren't interested.  When I saw the beautiful quilts I must have nearly begged my mom to get us one.  Alas the cost was more than we could afford so I had to leave it behind, but the memory of the shop has always been in the back of my mind and that is probably what led me to take up quilting myself.

I don't remember about quilts growing up. But in my 30's, with 4 small boys running around, I decided to make a quilt. Where the idea came from or what I was reading at the time, I don't know. The fabric, polyester/cotton, all cut out is still in the back of my closet and has moved with me (27 years later). I have just about always painted and four or five years ago decided again to take up quilting. This time I did it right with the reading and learning and find quilting is like painting with fabric. Something I am enjoying and enjoy giving.

My earliest quilt memory is when at the age of 14, I got the entire attic bedroom to myself when my older sister married.  My Mom allowed me to re-decorate and together we went to a local department store to "lay-a-way" new bedding.  I picked a beautifuk red and white quilt for my very own bedroom.  I was thrilled and still can picture that quilt in my mind today 48 years later!

I don't think I saw a quilt until after I was married.  My sister-in-law tried to get me interested but I was way to busy to try it.  Then for some reason I took a class a few years back and now I'm hooked.

My earliest memory of a quilt is going with my mother to my grandparents where grandma was having a quilting bee.  I was at the most four but I do remember being so curious about the quilting process watching not only by the ladies sides but I also remember crawling around under the quilt checking it all out on the underside also!  I  still have the quilt they did that day and others my mother and grandmother made.  I did not unlock my quilting until I was expecting my first child!

My earliest memory of a quilt is of my mother stretching a quilt out on boards in the living room to tie it to repair areas where it was coming apart.  This quilt was a dresden plate pattern that my Great Aunt Viola had made many years before.  This quilt had been used to the point that some of the plates were disintegrating and mom had replaced them.  Many years later after I had grown and my children had also grown, my mother passed that quilt down to my daughter Samantha because she had the same memory as I had of this quilt being stretched out once again to be repaired due to the use of this quilt.  This quilt is now hanging on a wall in my daughters house in a place of honor. And it has inspired two more generations of quilters.

I was always surrounded by quilts.  It was part of the frugality of growing up on a farm.  But my keenest memory is sitting on the bed admiring the wedding ring quilt that my parent's had received as a wedding gift.  I was mesmerized with the pattern, the fabrics, and the scalloped edges.  It was the quilt that set me on a lifelong journey of loving, enjoying, and eventually, making quilts.

My Nana always had a velvet quilt on her bed, so we cuddled on it and under it often. She had other quilts on all the other beds but the one o her bed was special. She passed away in 1970 and I now own that quilt which I now know was made by her Mother in Law as a wedding present in 1917. It is in great condition for the age of it and I have it on a quilt rack on my landing out of the the daylight but where it can be seen and appreciated. When I had it appraised the lady said to put it out and enjoy it not to put it away and save it for -------------what. I have 5 generations of quilts from my family and am a quilt addict, but I hand quilt , do not machine quilt only machine piece.

I've been sleeping under quilts since before I can remember.  Both my great-grandmother and grandmother were quilters, and since I was the first grandchild on that side of the family, well.....  I still have a quilt my great-grandmother made me for my dolly (I'm over 70).  All were done by hand, since, being wheat farmers, there wasn't much money for "extras" like sewing machines.  Many were made from scraps left over from dresses, some were from flour/sugar sacks since they bought both in 25# bags.  Both quilted out of necessity, while my mother & I took up quilting later on in life as a fun thing to do.  So, I have 4 generations worth of quilts that I treasure.

Oh boy do I EVER REMEMBER, I was sleeping with my husband of 3 days at his parents house and being January it was cold and his Mom covered us up with a family quilt they had made. since it was dark nobody noticed that where I was sleeping was the block that was made for my husband and his prior wife.. what a hoot.. needless to say in the morning that block got changed out with my name and after 25 years I now am in possesion of that quilt and will always remember how it helped break the ice!! and I learned to quilt too!!!

My first memory of a quilt, was when I was around 4 years old. My mom had a quilt that was given to her mother before they moved from Iowa to Washington state. The ladies in her church made a quilt with hand embroidiered signature squares, and some other patchwork. I remember "reading" the names and dates before I went to sleep. I hope that those women who spent so much time making that quilt knew how much that quilt was appreciated and loved.

I did not grow up sleeping under quilts (sigh).  My mother was a sewing not a quilter.  I don't remember sleeping under one until after I had made my first one and I was in my 30's.  I won't be without one now!

My very first memory of sleeping under a quilt was when I was 4.  My godmother and grandmother collaborated on a log cabin using scraps that I helped pick out from a box they had kept fabrics in.  I called it my "cuddly blanket" and it became my quilt.  I loved it so much and that's when I fell in love with log cabin quilts, with all the colorful strips.  That quilt stayed with me until I was 32 and was handed down to my god-daughter, who was 5 at the time and she also fell in love with it.  That quilt is now in the possession of her daughter, who calls it her "gammy banket" because she calls me her "gammy".  She's only 6 1/2 years old.  My god-daughter learned the passion of quilting from me and I'll bet anything that she will pass that love onto her daughter.  And the best part is, all three of us love those colorful strips that make up log cabins!

The first time I every saw a quilt up close and personal was while on a trip to Williamsburg, VA.  The pattern was a pieced (1 1/2" blocks) Irish Chain.  I fell in love with it and would have bought it but the price was a little steep.  It was then and there that I decided that I was going to make my own.  I went home and bought several quilt pattern books.  When I was the Double Wedding Ring quilt pattern I knew then I had to have one.  I bought the acrylic templates, hand cut all the little pieces, and started working.  It took me 7 years to finish it but finish it I did.  It now is proudly displayed on my disabled daughters bed and she cherishes it to this day.  Now I am a quilting addict.  I can't pass up a sale and my stash is really getting to the point that I can open my own quilt shop.  When I tell my quilting friends that my first quilt was the DWR,  They ask me if I was crazy or just having a moment of temporary insanity....

My earliest memory of a quilt?  Staying at my great-aunt Phyllis' house, which was always a treat.  She made the most wonderful crazy quilts from old party dresses.  I knew the story of the dresses because she made me dolls wearing replicas of those dresses which I still have today.  They were my grandmother's first formals.  And I got to sleep under the quilts which were smooth and smelled like old library books, one of my favorite smells in the world.  My grandmother died when I was a baby, and Aunt Phyllis, those quilts, her stories, and those dolls were the only ties I had to my grandmother.  I still feel warm and cozy when I think of those wonderful satin quilts with the turkey and blanket stitches.  I'm smiling even now.

I can remember sleeping under my Grandmother's quilts at age 5 or 6.  When we went to visit her and Grandpa, we would sleep up in their unfinished upstairs.  I mean by unfinished, you could see cracks through the ceiling  and right there were the stars looking down at you.  Her quilts were very heavy, since they were from uphostery from the chair factory in town.  But the mattress was just the opposite, a feather tick, that you would sink down in.  I guess it was all awsome to me at that age, now because I also remember waking up to snow on top of the quilts we slept under.  Bet many can't say that!

I have always had quilts in my life.   Let's just say, no one in my family had anything other than quilts on their beds.  However, my earliest memory of quilting is my Mother and my Memaw quilting on a frame that they  dropped down from the ceiling in our dining room.  Unfortunately, I do not remember how young I was.  I do know that we moved from that house to a new house when I was 7, so it had to be before then.   It seemed there was always a quilt on the frame.  When they were not quilting, the frame was rolled up to the ceiling.    As I got older (almost 7) they  allowed me to take a needle and thread and help rather than just spending my time playing with my sister under the frame.   As I got into my teens, it seemed as though they didn't quilt as much.  However, when I married, my Mom, my Memaw, and my Granny gave me 2 double wedding rings, a Dresden plate and a crazy quilt.   So, I am guessing they stayed busy more often than I thought, quilting while I was not around.  I have been very blessed and I still have all the quilts they did for me, including the ones they made for my kids.  I quilt, my daughter quilts, and I am teaching my daughter-in-law to quilt.

My earliest memory of sleeping under a quilt was in the 1940s.  It was  a Log Cabin of multiple colors:

I remember the blue, red, and yellow,  along with printed fabrics.  The blocks ,  it seems now, must have been quite small because I rmember drawing  paths with my fingers,  traveling to very wonderful destinations....  ( really ,  I don't remember that, but since I spent so much time  finger traveling, it must have been someplace wonderful)  The quilt was hand tied and covered more than the double bed my sister and I shared.   I've wondered many times where it ended up......

My earliest memory of a quilt is a bright red and white lonestar.

In the war quilts of the Canadian Red Cross were send to The Netherlands.

Somehow they were not all distributed and the remainder was given to the society for the blind.

I had a blind uncle who told my mother about them as they were being sold, so they could use the money for different things.

We were a family with 8 childeren, so my mother bought 11 quilts. 10 of those she turned into sleeping bags for camping (I still have two of them!), but the beautiful lonestar went on my bed as red was always my favourite colour and I was forever cold, being too thin after having dysentery in the after-war years. It has been a real joy having that red star!

My Grandmother made a purple/lilac/green pansy quilt for me as a child.  Sadly, somewhere in the three moves that I've made, it got lost.  I am in the process of re-creating that quilt.  It was hand appliqued.  I hope I can do it justice.

After Mom died and Dad remarried, my stepmother gave me a box and said "I thought you should have this." Inside was my scotty dog quilt that I had almost forgotten, thinking it was lost in a house fire years before. It still smelled of the cedar chest that it had been stored in, and which apparently protected it from the fire. Memories came rushing back to when I was still in my crib. When I was sick with chicken pox, mumps and measles, those little dogs kept me company and when I'd wake up in the middle of the night I knew those little guys were there to protect me! Not too long ago, I thought I'd "restore" the quilt. Some of the stitches were coming out, most of the batting was gone and several spots were frayed. Then I noticed that the entire quilt was hand stitched! I decided that some things are best alone. It now has a special place in my house and heart. My only regret - there is no lable on it. I searched all my baby books and found no mention of the quilt, so its maker will remain a mystery. I like to think it's maker was one of my grannies or great aunts, or maybe all of them at an old-fashioned quilting bee.

My Grandmother made me a pansy quilt as a child.  It was purple, lilac and green.  Sadly somewhere in the three moves I've made, it has been lost.  I am in the process of re-creating it now.  It's hand applique. I just hope I can do it justice.

I'm not sure what age I was, but my earliest memory of a quilt was at my grandmother's house.  When our hot Texas summer peaked, my grandmother would call her family together to have an "ice cream social."  There would be such flurry of activity in the small kitchen, as the women, running into each other, got their canisters of ice cream ready.  The men would all be standing outside in a group, talking, laughing and just having a grand old time, as they waited for the canisters of ice cream.  We kids would all be outside running around catching frogs and, when it was dark enough, lightening bugs.  Finally, the women would bring their canisters out and the men would put them in the freezers with just the right combination of rock salt and ice to get a perfect freeze.  Then they would begin to crank.  After what seemed like an eternity, the ice cream would begin to harden, at which point my grandmother would appear with a folded stack of heavy, utilitarian quilts.  She would lay a quilt on top of each freezer upon which one of us kids would sit on  so that the men could continue to crank until the ice cream was almost as hard as "store bought."  Then the quilts would be wrapped tightly around the  freezers so that the ice cream could "set up."  Eventually, someone would declare the ice cream was ready and  we would spread out the quilts in the yard and sit on them to enjoy our ice cream.  (It was very important to stay on the quilt or else you would get a bad case of chiggers.)

I don't really remember ever seeing any of those quilts on a bed.  Even today, when I see an old, heavy quilt, I don't think about the warmth it would provide, I think about whether it would be a good quilt  for a hand-cranked ice cream social.

I am retired and don't recall ever sleeping under a quilt!  I have them, make them, but I guess I'm too hot-natured to sleep under one.

As far back as I can remember, we always had quilts on our beds.  Mom made crazy quilts from leftover fabrics from our dresses.  When we graduated from high school we had one to call our own which came with us to college or university.  We also all had one when we got married.  By then My mom made each one of us (7 children, 20 grand children and 10 great grandchildren) quilts when we were born, when we got in our big bed, when we left  home and when we got married.  At 87 years old, she is still keeping the tradition going and is hoping to have one quilt made for each one of us when she leaves this world.  When I go home, I usually help her cut and assemble her quilts.

For me, quilts means the love and care that my mother gave us in actions if not in words.

My earliest memory of a quilt is when as a very young child I would spend the night with my Grandmother.  She always made a pallet on the floor of quilts for me to sleep on.

I didn't pay much attention to quilts until I was about 11 years old.  At that time we lived on a government post, and my mother would attend the women's  organization of our church, The Relief Society.  Once a month they would have a luncheon and quilt.  When I wasn't babysitting, I remember crawling underneath the quilt where it was warm and cozy, and reading or just relaxing, while the sisters quilted.  I remember thinking what a good job they were doing, and that I didn't think I could ever make such small, even stitches.  Now we do machine stitching, so I still don't know if I can make such perfect little stitches.  I guess I'll have to try one of these days.

I don't remember my earliest memory of a quilt!!  Quilts were always around. Both grandmas quilted, aunts quilted.  Everywhere I went, there were the quilts, on the beds, on the floor making pallets, covering sleeping babies and little ones.

I remember sitting beside my grandmother and watching her cut and hand sew quilts. She always tied the quilt with yarn as her method of quilting them together. I was so proud of the quilt she made me. The first time I slept under it, I woke up early and was lying in bed just looking at the quilt. I guess I was bored, and soon found myself untying and pulling out all of the yarn on the quilt. My grandmother never said a word to me and just retied the quilt. My mother, however... Well, let's just say I never untied another quilt!

My earliest memories of quilts were when I was about 8 or 9 my family made quilts together.  This included two sisters, and three brothers and our parents.  Most of our quilts were made from recycled clothing that we all worked together to take apart and cut into quilt squares.  Mom and dad did most of the sewing until we all had our own treadle machines.  We all worked together to mark, and cut the pieces, and would all work together to hand tie all of the quilts on a large wooden floor frame.  Enough were made that we each had more than one to keep us warm in the winter.  It was a family event that we did together all through the winter months, I still have my quilts to this day many, many years together.

We had electric blankets and bedspreads--you all remember chenille bedspreads?--  BUT:  when I was sick I remember being covered with a quilt.  One had some velvet feeling squares and the other was a hexagon pieced scrappy quilt.  I don't remember seeing them any other time.  They made me feel safe and special.  I had no idea Mom still had it until after she died.  My daughter has it now.  Three generations of love.

My earliest memory of quilts were two quilts that were made by my Grandmother and were made entirely by "hand" and in 1930's fabrics. One quilt was pink and white the other was green and white. I first remember these quilts when I was about 5 years old because that is when we moved to Arizona and these quilts were very comforting to me as a child.  Although they were for the family, it seemed I used them exclusively. They were very soft and I could feel my Grandmother's love as I covered myself in these quilts. There is no greater gift than a quilt to me, and although my Grandmother is no longer with us, I know she would be very proud that I am a quilter today.

Was it the fine feather filled mattress or the weight of several colorful cotton quilts that made me look forward to going to bed? Winter nights in Meridian, Mississippi, at the Victorian home of my grandmother were only brief holidays of Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter. These are among the earliest of my childhood memories. By day, the cousins and I would build tents and tunnels of quilts, and play hide and seek in the folds of fabric. At night, we would lay on quilts by the fire place and listen as our parents shared stories and discussed the news of the day. As we tired of their stories, we'd take our quilts to another room, where one of the adults would stoke a fire for us. David was four, I was five, and Walter was seven.

During summer vacations, I had helped select the fabrics from the mule drawn wagon which ambled through the streets. The rag man collected and dispensed mountains of miscellaneous cloth. Even at my tinder age, I could proudly identify and select appropriate cloth for clabber, curtains, or kitchen; wool for quilt filler or blanket repair; cotton for quilt patches; and flannel for quilt backing. Finer fabrics, such as silk, didn't make their way to the wagon in those early post war years. We didn't know the true origins of the quilt patch cloth, but we made up stories about the people who wore them. As the fires died down, the dresses and bonnets which wrapped the little girls on the quilt were wrapped around me. The cousins went to their home on the other side of town, and I snuggled between flannel sheets, under the weight of bed quilts, in a well within the feather bed. I usually plucked at least one feather for luck before I fell asleep.

Although I remember a summer coverlet of pell-mell patches, and our play quilts were patch work, their patterns left no impression in my memory. To this day, however, I can still envision the baskets, bonnets and billowing skirts and aprons of the quilt I wrapped around me in front of the fireplace. That summer, I begin making my first Sunbonnet Sue.

My eariliest memories are the quilts that my paternal grandmother made.  We had a lot of her quilts at home.   There were some that we called the coveral quilts as they were made from denim.  They were really heavy as there was two layers of denim and probably wool in the middle.   Lot of her quilts were made from a heavy cotton that she got from her sister that worked for a company that made uniforms so times the batting was another quilt that top had worn out.   There was also a crazy quilt that was made of velvet, cordory and other fabric again it was really heavy.   We had a feather tick that I loved to sleep under.  

I think she made my sisters and I each quilts when we were small unfortunately we no longer have them.  I do have the quilt that she made for my oldest son.  The one that she made for my youngest son did not stand up to the wear and tear he put it through.  

There was several other quilts that she made and gave to us.  She made a poff quilt that had panty hose in each poff so of course it was heavy as well.

The first quilt that I  helped make was one that my mom and I made for my neice in 1968.   We embroidered alternate blocks and it was white and yellow.  

Unfortunately my grandmother never lived to see me make my first quilt in 1995 which was an Around the World pattern.   Since then I have made several other quilts mostly king size.   I am always looking for challenging patterns to make.  

My first memory of a quilt was when I was about 5-6 years old, and was from literally sleeping UNDER it.  My paternal grandmother came for a two-week visit every year.  She and my mother would buy fabric, and my grandmother would teach mom how to make the top.  Then they would make the "sandwich" and stretch it out into a frame made with 2x4's and C-clamps, with the corners supported by chairs and my bed.  My room was the only place where there was room to keep the quilt in the frame until it was done.

Each night I got to sleep under the quilt in progress.  With light coming from the hall, I would follow the patterns seen through the stitches until I fell asleep.  This has always been the greatest inspiration for me.

My first memory of a quilt was the one I slept under at my grandparent's house.  I stayed from time to time but spent many a night there after my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I used to crawl in the extra bed that was in the tiny upstairs and practically sink down to the floor in the middle of the bed.  It was an old fashioned metal bed with springs.  My grandmother would tuck me in with one or more quilts covering me.  I felt safe and warm even though I was away from my mother.

As I spent more time with my grandmother she started to teach me to sew.  One of my first projects after the think cardboard animal shapes I "sewed" with a shoe string was a skirt for one of my dolls made from left over dresden plate wedges that I put together to make skirts.  When I was married many years later my great aunt gave us a dresden plate quilt that my grandmother gave to her that she never used.  This just could have been the quilt the pieces came from.

My mother eventually died from the cancer.  I continued to spend many many hrs. at my grandparent's house with my grandmother teaching nearly everything she knew about sewing, quilting, canning, cooking, crochet and many other needle arts that are practically lost today.  And, yes, she taught me to make my first quilt using cardboard templates and chain piecing on her treadle sewing machine.  I still have the machine and both quilts.

Quilts are like hugs that never end.

When I was 18 months old, on Washington's birthday, the apartment house where my parents and I lived caught fire early in the morning.  We got out safely but lost all our clothes and other belongings.  Shop owners opened stores so that the families could get what they needed on the holiday.  We were given 2 quilts, a double bed size to my parents and a crib size for me.  Mine was a tied whole cloth quilt in a print fabric, tied with white yarn.  I was devastated when it was lost off the truck when we moved when I was 11.  My mom gave me the log cabin then that they received and it was on my bed until I left home and went to college.  

These days the log cabin is one of my favorite patterns to piece. I also work on the community service committee in my guild and one of our projects is making quilts for fire victims.

Wow - I don't remember life without quilts!  My gram moved in with us when my mom died (I was 3) and she raised a second family.  Besides baking with her on Saturday mornings (licking the bowls was the best part), I learned to sew and tie quilts and crochet.  She had a frame set up in the living room.  When the cousins came to visit, we would drape blankets over the sides and make a house or a school under there.  It was a great play area and even good for naps. Once we unclamped the sides to attach our blankets - ooeee, was Gram ever mad!

She crocheted a rug and made a quilt for all of her grandchildren (15) and some of her 22 great-grandchildren before she passed away at 93.  She also made quilts for church, embroidered and crocheted pillowcases and made chair cozies AND the best apple pies and bug cookies ever.  What an inspiration to our family, church and community.  I miss her every day!

I remember the quilt that my Grandmother made for me.  I was 4 yrs old and it was made with large blocks from some of my grandmother old clothes. On the white blocks she had appliqued different animals, there was a dog, a cat, an elephant and a baby chick. She had hand embroidered the facial features and then after she appliqued them to the block she embroidered around the animal.  The quilt measured 30"x40" and had pink binding on it and the batting was a worn flannel blanket that she folded up to fit the quilt. The blocks were 10" and no border.  I used that quilt until squares and the backing were shredding and the animals were falling off so all I had left were the outlines.

When I was in third grade, my grandma came to spend part of the winter with us. The dining room table was put away and up went a quilt frame with a quilt top made from original feedsack fabric. Every day when I came home from school, I would sit down with my grandma and quilt. I have that quilt now. I can look at it and find my stitches, small but less than perfect. My grandma's look like they were measured with a ruler. My mom's were almost as good as grandma's. It is one of the best experiences I had as a child and a wonderful "Keepsake."

My grandmother purchased my first quilt at a "rummage"sale for the DAV. This was given to me as I left for college. It is hand stitched and tied with an eight pointed star pattern. The batting is a flannel sheet.  Unfortunately, I didn't appreciate the quilt as art until it was nearly destroyed by loving use and several children. I was never cold under that quilt.

My earliest quilt memory is of my crib quilt - appliqued by my mother and quilted by my grandmother. Each child in my family had their own unique quilt. My quilt tucked me in on the couch when I was sick, went to Grandma's house when we spent the night, and helped to make many play houses. It always received TLC so I still have it - showing the wear of loving use but still able to give loving service when needed.

Quilts have been part of my life ever since. Both of my grandmothers quilted. I now have the joy of contributing the gift of special quilts welcoming the babies of family and friends as well as many other projects - using my grandmother's quilting hoops and sewing machine. Both were used for my baby quilt a long time ago.  

When I was in third grade, my grandma came to visit for several weeks. Out went the dining table and up went the quilt frame in front of the window. Then the muslin backing, backing, and quilt top my mom had pieced as a new bride made from feedsacks. Every day when I came home from school I would plead to put some stitches in. My grandma, the taskmaster, would instruct me on how to put in the stitches. I loved working on that quilt. Today the quilt has a special place in my home. I can find my not so perfect stitches. My mom's are much better, but not as good as grandma's. Her's look like every stitch was measured. It is my favorite Keepsake and a joy to share with my grandchildren.

The first quilt that came into my life was made by Mama, my mother's mother.  It's a Dresden Plate pattern made from scraps of dresses worn by my mother and her two sisters.  Mama was the youngest of three girls, my mother was the youngest of three girls and I'm the youngest of three girls so it was my legacy to get the quilt.  Mother didn't make quilts until she retired but managed to make six that earned blue ribbons at their county fair.  I have her quilts and her blue ribbons, but my most prized quilt is the one Mama made.  

As a little girl, Mother would tell me about the dresses she wore before they found their way into the quilt.  Everything had been pieced by hand and the quilting stitches were tiny and perfectly spaced.  When I was learning to quilt, Mama's stitches were the standard I was to aim for.  I love making quilt tops on my Janome with every stitch known to man and thread cutter, but hate hand quilting and have secumbed to the convience and speed of long-arm quilting.  Mama would not be pleased!!

When I was 7 I got to spend a week at Grandpa & Grandma Sheely's house in Grover Hill Ohio.  She had the flannel sheets on the bed and piled high with her tied wool quilt made from old winter coats.  It was so heavy that I could hardly turn under the weight of it.  When Grandpa & Grandma died I received that quilt.   I still have it. I took it to the dry cleaners to have it cleaned and they charged me for 50# limit.  No wonder I had a hard time turning under the covers.

When I was a young  child we would visit a great-aunt in rural Indiana.  There was no electricity and we children would sleep in an upstairs room, on featherbeds and under quilts.  We would hear the lonely whistle of the train in the middle of the night and snuggle deeper under those quilts.

I remember playing under my grandmother's quilt frame as she was tying her quilt top.  This must have been during a Kansas winter, the only time she had to quilt since the rest of the year she was working outside on the farm.  She and several neighbor ladies would spend several days working on quilts.  As soon as one was finished, another would go on the frame.  I also helped her put quilts together by rocking the foot pedal on her Singer (no electricity needed, all leg work).  This was more than 50 years ago, I still have one of her hand-quilted quilts, "Grandmothers Flower Garden".

My husband's grandmother gave us a quilt.  It was made of used polyester, (I'm guessing old pants), mostly browns and hand tied with orange yarn.  It was not the most attractive quilt I've seen since, but it was warm and indestructable!

I remember as a child staying with my grandparents.  There house was pretty simple and they had one large room that was divided by hanging quilts to make seperate sleeping areas.    I am not sure but the quilts may have been made by my grandmother or her mother.

I was 8 years old, my grandmother and a friend had designed a quilt together and entered it into the Arizona state fair.  It took 1st place.  It was a big deal to everyone.  I asked her if she would make one just like it right then for me to have when I got married.  I was positive she wouldn't live that long and I wouldn't get one of her special quilts.  15 years later I did get a duplicate quilt from her.  It was the last quilt she made.  It's a treasure.

The first time I ever saw and slept under a quilt was on a visit to the Amish Country in Lancaster County, PA. A friend and I took a road trip; I had gotten my license a few months earlier. We went to the local tourism office for information on a motel and they set us up with a Mennonite family. Very nice people and they made us feel at home. There were beautiful quilts on the beds and when I asked about them, the lady of the house told us to drive through the area where we'd find lots of quilts for sale.

I couldn't afford them at that time and it took until I was in my 40s before I started quilting myself.

The first quilt I remember was a mostly wool and silk crazy quilt, made by my great-grandmother.  She was a little eccentric (that's putting it mildly) but she did beautiful work in her earlier days.  She made it out of dark wool fabric pieces and pieces from my great-grandfather's ties.  Great-grandma did lots of beautiful hand stitching on this quilt.  She gave the quilt to my dad and mom later in her life.  They still have it. The quilt is amazingly heavy, really too heavy to use now in a normally heated house - sad because I remember Great-grandma saying the things she made were meant to be used.  Mom puts it on her guest bed every winter to air it out.  

My first quilt was made by my mother and was placed on my crib mattress in 1933 when I was brought home from the hospital. Mine was pink. My aunt had made an exact replica for my cousin, however, his was blue--it was on his crib 1 1/2 years later.  Today they are in the hands of our children and were used by our grandchildren.  They were used by all the little ones in our respective families.

However, the one I remember first sleeping under was a "Sunbonnet Sue" made completely by hand by my mother. She painstakingly embroidered on each and every Sue--little laces in her shoes, and decorated dresses, but the most impressive was that each Sue had a rickrack bow on the waist (in the back) of her dress and a little flower, also made of rickrack, on her bonnet. My mother used different widths of rick rack and I loved that quilt. It is quite threadbare and was still loved until 10 years ago when I divorced and forgot my beloved quilt and left it at my former house. Maybe someday I'll get it back--I hope.

My first quilt was made by my mother and was placed on my crib mattress in 1933 when I was brought home from the hospital. Mine was pink. My aunt had made an exact replica for my cousin, however, his was blue--it was on his crib 1 1/2 years later.  Today they are in the hands of our children and were used by our grandchildren.  They were used by all the little ones in our respective families.

However, the one I remember first sleeping under was a "Sunbonnet Sue" made completely by hand by my mother. She painstakingly embroidered on each and every Sue--little laces in her shoes, and decorated dresses, but the most impressive was that each Sue had a rickrack bow on the waist (in the back) of her dress and a little flower, also made of rickrack, on her bonnet. My mother used different widths of rick rack and I loved that quilt. It is quite threadbare and was still loved until 10 years ago when I divorced and forgot my beloved quilt and left it at my former house. Maybe someday I'll get it back--I hope.

I remember, as a child, our area was preparing for very cold weather,  When bedtime arrived, my sister and I discovered a rollaway bed set up in our room.  As we jumped in under up the covers, there was a quilt we had not seen before.  Naturally we were curious about the thick quilt with all the litttle fuzzy things on it.  Mother explained that her Grandmother had made it.  The fuzzy things were yarn because it was tied.  Over the years it had been used until the yarn ties became fuzzy.  Mother explained why a quilt is different from a woven blanket, and how to make one.  She also pointed out Grandpa's Army blanket was on the bed too.  Finally it was lights out with Great Grandma's quilt and our Grandpa's Army blanket to keep us warm throught the icy night.

My earliest quilt memory is my peter rabbit quilt mom gave me when I was 4. she made it for me.It is tied with yarn and has a simple binding. I loved peter rabbit stories and now i get to enjoy them with my kids. I still have it at age 29. I have to redo the back as the old quilt mom used on the back has wore out and ripped. I plan to keep it always.

I was probably about 7, back in 1947 when visiting my Aunt. It was quilters day at her house and the ladies sat around the quilt stitching, my job was to thread the needles and have them ready for the ladies of the community.  I believe there were 6 or 8 of them.  I think I became hooked on quilting there and then.  Always looked forward to my visits because I knew "I'd be quilting!"  I have passed the addiction on to my daughter!  

My earliest memory of a quilt is the one my grandmother, Rosa Ann, hand-pieced and quilted for me. I still have it! It's a scrappy design in the grays, yellows, and off-whites of the 1950s, and is one of my most prized possessions!

When I was  child we lived next door to my paternal grandparents. There  was always a quilt set up in grammas bedroom, this room was large as it used to be the post office in our small town. She was the postmistress for 31 years so would work on quilts when not busy with mail duties. She made many quilts over the years but in my younger years I was alway to busy to really notice the patterns or remember them. But the  year I got married I had two cousins that got married the month before  I did, ( now fourty years ago) so one day when some of the family was visiting they drew straws to see who would get what quilt. I was the fortunate one who got the  6 inch half square triangle quilt made of muti-coloured satins. This was all hand pieced and quilted. Unfortunatly I did not quilt then,  although I did sew everything else. I tried to keep this quilt in the best condition and know I know I did exactly what I should not have done, like keeping it in plastic, in a ceder chest, and had it dry cleaned, but it has survived not in the best condition as some of the oldest pieces of satin she used have worn thin, but not all that bad over all and is now kept as it should be to last many more years. One  of these days I will replace the worn satin. I had always wanted to make quilts since I got married but thought I need a large quilt frame ( like she had) to make quilts  ( we lived in a mobile home with no place to set up a frame)so it was not until 15 years ago that I found out that you don't need a large frame to quilt. She made a satin quilt for my son when he was a baby that I still have and I also have some pieces from another quilt that she made for my little brother when he was born and these pieces have fabrics from dress she made for me. This quilt I found at my mothers when we where moving her and  dad once, mom was using it to wrap up some of her dishes so I rescued what I could of it.

Polyester. My grandmother made two quilts, some chair cushions, and a glider cover out of what she felt was the best fabric since sliced bread. My mom recently gave me back the quilt that grandma made for me. And yes, because it's polyester, it still looks brand new over 30 years later.

The first quilts I actually remember were in the hotels of Paris France.  My Dad was in the Army and we were in the Hotel until housing was secured for us. They were very elegant and beautiful. Once we returned to the States and my grans I realized there were quilts on her bed. I remember Grandmother and mother setting down to quilt together shortly after we returned.  They had lots to talk about.  Three years worth of memories so they had their own quilting bee as I watched and listened. Grandmother later made a quilt from my great Grandfathers shirts. What a treasure.

My first memory of a quilt was when I was about 5 years old or younger.  I'd trace my finger along the quilting lines my grandmother and had made, and was always surprised to find material in quilts that had once been an article of clothing that I had worn!

I can vividly remember the quilt but can't remember how old I was.  My father's family is 'Pennsylvania Dutch' and his mother made quilts when my father was a child.  I remember these quilts on her beds when we visited her in Windber Pa.  I now am now fortunate to have two of these 'haps" in my possession.  I will always cherish them and my memory of my sweet grandmother.

I remember my great grandmother quilting by hand.  Sometimes she would work on a quilt for over a year.  She had a handmade quilting frame which held her layered quilt and she would quilt a feather design by hand.  She made such beautiful, intricate stitches.  This is one of my treasured memories of my childhood. I was probably around 5 or 6 years of age, and she would give us instructions not to bother with her quilt or frame whenever she was doing other things in the home.

I am sure there were earlier then this one but when I left home and went off to college my grand mother Minnie gave me a quilt for my dorm room. It was a solid piece of fabric one one side and a crazy quilt on the other.  I still have it to this day and that was a few years ago.  She is now gone and I love it even more.

Enjoy your day.

PS; this is also the Grand mother who taught me how to quilt with her quilting group while I was under the quilt rack, retrieving the needles or threads as the ladies needed the help.  I was 5.

My husbands grandmother would make a quilt for each child.  My first memory of a quilt was when my son was born and she made one for him.  I thought this was such a great tradition, she inspired me to learn how to quilt.  When she passed I collected her fabrics and made a quilt out of them for my husband.

Leah

My grandmother made quilts out of old clothing because they were too poor back then to buy blankets. I remember sleeping under those quilts for years!!!

The first quilts I remember were from my paternal grandmother.  Both of my parents were "late" babies and Granny was the only grandparent I was fortunate to know.  She had made my younger sister and I matching quilts, with different but same backgrounds in the same fabrics, when we were very little.  I remember them on our beds and I couldn't have been more than five or six.  They were always on our beds and mine went to college with me, and to my first apartment, and when I married.  It is now one of very few quilts that I have packed away, perhaps for my grandchild some day.  It's funny, but these two quilts are the only two quilts from her that I ever remember seeing that were made from all "new" fabric.  That is to say that I do not recall other garments made from these fabrics.  Even my parents wedding quilt has fabric from dresses or shirts that I recall or have seen in old pictures.  I love my Granny and even though she has been gone since I was in the second grade (I'm over 50 now), every time I wrap up in one of her quilts, I feel like she is there, giving me a big warm hug.