i remember sleeping upstairs at my grandma and grandpa's house. my father's parents had been farmers for many years, and had recently moved "to town". the second floor area was finished, but like so many old farmhouses, it was wooden slat construction, and pretty chilly. she would tuck me in under a bowtie quilt, made of feed sacking. it was a tied quilt, with a thick wool batting. now i can identify the fabric as feed sacking, all from the thirties. then, it was just warm, and all that fabric was magic. i had my favorites in the fabrics--it was fun to find their twins in the many bowties.
today, i own the quilt, as well as a stack of others from her, my mother, and my maternal grandmother. i still love looking at the fabric, searching for the "twin".