When I was at my Grandmothers as a kid we were looking for something in her closet, we found some old quilt blocks. They were 8 pointed stars made from diamond shaped patches. I loved them and wanted to learn how to make a quilt.
Several years later, I married. My husband was in the Air Force. We were stationed in a military base in New Mexico. It was a bigger city than I was used to. I was going to college to pursue a degree in something, I had no idea what to major in, and I was working at a gas station. Not my idea of a great job but it paid the bills. I was in culture shock and life wasn’t quite as my vision of it would be. I was happy yet very homesick and in culture shock.
I was used to the north woods. We had 9 months of snow and short summers. It was green in summer and fabulous colors in the trees in the fall. New Mexico had mountains but the heat was oppressive to me. And we lived in the desert. No trees, and no air conditioning. Swamp coolers were used to cool homes but if it got humid nothing worked.
During a break in classes at the college, I would go to the student cafeteria and try to do some homework. I also would meet students and I was trying to make friends. I was new to this town and between my accent and perennially sunburned nose, I stuck out. I did a ton of listening and watching.
I heard a lady talking about a report she just wrote for English. It was about quilting. She had a book with her about quilts that were great American quilts. I asked her if I could look at the book. I must have had a very eager and pleading look on my face. She said sure and asked if I wanted to read her report. I was very happy to.
We struck up a friendship. Her name was Sue. She was older than my Mom but not my grandmothers age. She knew how to quilt. Her sons had just left home. She was returning to school to get a degree she never finished. She asked if I wanted to come over to her house to learn to quilt after several times of meeting
. I said YES!