At 5 I remember sleeping under one made by my grandmother. It was dark colors of wool squares and tied. I slept upstairs and it was mightly cold up there at night (no heat upstairs) so that wool quilt felt very good. Surely wish I had it now. All the quilts made by my mother and grandmother are gone, but no one seems to know where they went. Thank goodness I found out that one of my sisters had my mother's 1954 featherweight. It has been promised to me.