I made a quilt many years ago for a Church sale. It was raffled off and I never knew who won it. Probably about 5 or 6 years later, my daughter came home from college and had her laundry and that of her boyfriend. So as things often work out I ended up doing the laundry. As I was sorting the clothes and bedding, his quilt nagged at my memory. I looked on the back for a tag and lo and behold, there was my name and date. It was his grandmother who had won it at the church sale. By the way, it still looked good and was in great condition.