The feather beds we had when I was a kid were covered in blue-striped ticking, which was kinda like canvas.
My mother took the last one apart to make pillows for each one in the family, including spouses.
Years later I took the two for my husband and myself, and made them into one big pillow for our only son when he was about ten years old.
He loved that pillow and it went with him into his marriage. His wife was very tolerant for a lot of years, but the time finally came...