I to have a story. Ten years ago I graciously allowed someone to stay a couple of weeks in my home because she had no place to live so she said. After she left my grandmothers crazy quilt that she had hand pieced out of silk material and my mother had hand embroidered and placed names and dates of each of my grand mothers children and birthdays, and I had had it quilted, turned up missing. I was, and am devastated. It can't be replace. I had intended to hand it down to my oldest son. It's now lost to us forever.