I believe I have mentioned that I made my first quilt when I was nine years old. My mother made clothing for the whole family and we would use newspaper or grocery bags to cut templates. Then we would individually cut quilt squares out of the fabric that was left over after the clothes were made. My mother was a stay at home mom, but she certainly worked hard. Besides making our clothes and quilts, she and my daddy had a big garden and spent a lot of time canning and freezing food to last us for a year. They also raised calves and chickens and even had a pig or two at one time or another. But I digress. I never imagined that my homemaker mother would teach me something that I would be able to turn into a business. But she did and I am grateful. Mama is a month shy of her eighty-eighth birthday and she still likes to piece quilts. She lives with my sister, but when she comes to stay with me for a couple of weeks, she spends a lot of time at the sewing machine. The quilt she is holding up is one she made this week and we are going to send it to her sister. The tradition lives on.