i remember heavy wool batt quilts on grandma's farm, when i slept there. the house was cold, and the quilts were warm. i remember my blue,pink and white sunbonnet sue and overall sam, when i was tiny--that was a summer quilt. i remember a white and royal blue quilt my step-great grandmother made. i remember playing under the quilting frame at the ladies' "missionary meetings" for church, and watching all those hands above, making stitches.
nice thing is that all those quilts are still around my house, in cupboards, on beds, in view. my youngest daughter grew up with the plainest of the farm quilts--an old antique blue tied quilt, and it is still her favorite. i have the one i slept under the most--feedsack, 1930s fabric. and sunbonnet sue/overall sam is stored carefully for the day it can be properly displayed. i love these old things, and my mom had the foresight to write little notes and put with them, so i'd know, "someday".