My father had a quirky sense of humor.  Everyone  called my mother’s mother “Big Mother”  ( although she was tiny).  So my father taught us to call his mother “Big Fat Mother”  ( she was).

Big Fat Mother made quilts.  She made them from remnants and printed feed sacks and other material she could aquire.  They were utilitarian – to keep her family warm at night – but she still made them pretty.

When my own mother died, we split up all the quilts from Big Fat Mother.  Each of the 4 children got 2 quilts.