Originally Posted by MsEithne

After I hit send, I remembered a passage from the novel _Death Comes for the Archbishop_ by Willa Cather. It was published in 1927 and is a series of vignettes about a Roman Catholic priest sent to the New Mexico territory in 1850.

The following is from a description of a beautiful old adobe he stays in at one point: "The thick clay walls had been finished on the inside by the deft palms of Indian women, and had that intimate and irregular quality of things made entirely by the human hand."

That is the impression I get when I look at the photos of your aunt's quilt top.