I cannot recall a time when there were pretty quilts around. Funny story about one, though. When I was about 4-5 I sometimes had bad dreams; when I'd awaken, I'd go across the hallway to my brother's room ( 6 years older than I and my hero)and get into bed with him. He kept me safe ! One night I went in there and woke him and told him there were snakes all over the bed; (think I was born with a snake phobia)--I was sobbing, practically hysterical; he yelled loud enough to bring our Mom from downstairs.. who turned on the lights...revealing that the snakes were the black handles appliqued to a pieced baskets on his quilt. You know, I cannot recall ever seeing that quilt again; I'll have to ask Mom what happened to it.