My mother had a huge cedar chest/hope chest and she would occasionally get into it for something or other. But I remember that under the sliding drawer/box on top, there was a stack of quilts on one side that my Great-Great-Grandmother had made. My mother let me pick one out when I starting school to put on my full (sized) bed. I loved seeing the quilts. Unfortunately, when we moved across the state when I was 10, they were all sold along with the cedar chest, even the one I still had on my bed. I'm still sad about it, thinking back on it. But, it was what it was.