I have my own stash. I have my mom's stash (and sewing machine, which was mine as a child) I have my aunt Fanny's stash. (and her pretty Singer in the besutiful cabinet) I have my sister's stash. Have used some of each of them, although the collection doesn't keep me from buying still more. Each reflects the personality of its owner. Now, who gets it all later? No one in the next generation sews or quilts.