I love that quilt. I can't believe someone would put that out. Just the memory of fabrics that remind you of your family or friends...That is what happens when families die off. My brother-in-law , who had no knowledge of hand crafted things just put everything out on tables and got rid of them. I had made a very special large counted cross stitch for my DMIL and cried while I worked on it. It was so special to me. Never saw it again. It was called "His Mother, Or Our Mother". Then 15 or 20 years later my DDIL found the poem and did it for me, then in 10 more years she walked out on my wonderful son. Change happens along lifes pathways.