Cleaning out my daddy's house after his passing, we found some wonderful old quilts in the back of the linen closet. Wow! They have been well-loved over the years, from a time when quilts were utilitarian and not artwork -- even though these are so beautiful to me. They have been washed so many times apparently that the old cotton batting is just in balls. I have 3 siblings, so we divided the quilts; and here are a couple I got.
Of course, they have no name or indication on them as to who might have made them. We believe they were made by my great-grandmother. I'm 65 and I never met her, so that tells you how old they have to be.
I know we talk about labeling our quilts all the time, but this brought it all home to me -- would love to know when and who!
Closeup of red