A friend of my just came to work on my car. I'm a widow and a empty-nester. It's like 20-something degrees out. I am an apartment-dweller. So they had to work outside. They pull out a sheet of card-board and then this gorgeous ANTIGUE QUILT, and throw it on the ground to work on my car. You should have heard my reaction. My neigbors look out. It was hand pieced and hand quilted by their grandmother. I am quessing anywhere around the 1920's. This idiot is misusing this precious keepsake. My last words to them was have it professionally cleaned and put on a bed or hand it on a wall, but stop misusing it. It was a gorgeous quilt.