Oh, the memories...
My grandmother (MA) and her sister, Aunt Ruby, sat around a quilting frame, hung from the ceiling above a bed and lowered when needed, and talked about the entire town...as a kid my ears would burn listening to those two...I wish I could go back just for a few minutes again to hear Ma and Aunt Ruby one more time...
“.as a kid my ears would burn listening to those two”
Memories of sitting under the quilt frame while the church ladies — “The Gleaners” — had their quilting bees. Heard a lot of interesting and mysterious things which I understood when I got older.
Your story reminds me of Card Parties at my Grandma Anita’s.
My sister and cousins and I would crawl under the biggest table and listen in on the adult conversations, too! :)