Love both quilts, especially the one with the boats. Takes me back to when I was growing up. My Mother died when I was eight; that's when I went to live with my Grandparents. My Grandmother always had a quilt hanging from the ceiling in the living room that we would quilt on when the weather was bad and couldn't work outside. I remember sitting for hours sewing the quilt top to the backing with the cotton batting between, listening to grandpa or grandma telling stories about their childhood or young adulthood or discussing current events or whatever else came up for discussion. Learned a lot about life over those quilts. Everybody participated in these "quilting bees", even my youngest sister who was two years. Sometime after I was fifteen my Dad brought home a used black and white TV and we would quilt and watch Andy Griffith, Lucille Ball, Lawrence Welk, or Ed Sullivan, when we could get them. We only got two channels and occasionally three if you turned the antenna just right. That is if it wasn't stormy. You turned the antenna by reaching out the window and grabbing the pole. Thinking back it was more enjoyable before the TV.
By the way, what was the first TV show you remember watching? Mine was Howdy Doody on the neighbors new six inch Phillips Console TV. My friend invited me and my oldest sister over to watch it with he and his sister. We sat on the floor about five foot from it and his mother kept warning us to stay back, that it would ruin our eyes.
The frame the quilt hung on was made by my Grandpa out of four 1x4's. There were two 1x4 about ten feet long that had some kind of heavy coarse material fastened most of the way down them. They had an eye bolt fastened near each end. This was to hang it from the ceiling. The other two 1x4"s were about eight feet long and had the same heavy material fastened to one edge down the middle three feet. There were holes drilled about every 3 inches down the center of them. Grandma would stitch the backing to the material on the two short boards then roll it up on one of them. then she would lay them on the long boards and put a nail through the last hole on the short board that was loose and a hole at the end of the long board. She would do the same at the other end of the same short board. She would then unroll the backing from the short board until it laid flat, then pinned it with a nail through the holes at the ends as the first board. Then starting at the middle she would stretch the material stitching it to the material on the long boards until she had it completely flat. She would take some short strips of material and tack them to the backing and around the short boards if the material tended to sag at the ends. Then she would carefully lay the batting on the backing making sure their were no lumps. Then the quilt was laid on the batting and carefully centered. so the batting was even all around. She would then tack the quilt, batting, and backing loosely and roll one side (long board) under until about a foot and a half from the center (where the material is fastened to the board) and insert a nail through the boards. Then the same to the other side. The quilt was then ready to be quilted. If we didn't start on it then she would roll the cord holding it to the ceiling around the end of the board until it was above head high. Grandma stood on a ladder to do this because she was only four foot nine.
Pardon the ramblings of an old man, but the older I get the more I miss the old days. Although I doubt I could chop enough wood now to even cook breakfast. And I enjoy not having to get up and make a fire in the potbelly stove in the morning or break the ice off the water bucket to get a drink, or to have to tote the water bucket from the spring halfway across the forty. Come to think of it I probably could do much of what I miss so much from back then. Guess I just have to stick with my memories and hope to pass some of them off to my grandchildren.
Thanks for listening