I remember as a young girl having a quilt that I slept with every night. I loved the weight and the touch of it. I am sure that quilt was loving worn to pieces. I never knew what happened to it. When I was twelve, my grandmother and I traveled to Kentucky to move my great grandmother to Florida as she was no longer able to care for herself. We had visited my GGM many times throughout my childhood and I had always remembered the many quilts she had made by hand and loved every one of them.When I was a young woman, my grandmother gifted me one of those quilts and I still have it. It has become frayed in areas and the binding as worn out almost entirely but I love that quilt and I will always have it near. I had thought of restoring it but I am almost afraid for fear that it may disintegrate entirely.This quilt is probably about 80 years old according to my mom. Sorry this pic is so light. Donna