Love the story. I wish I could have known my grandparents better but they died when I was young. One of my grandmothers told about traveling with a covered wagon train, walking most of the way to Missouri, as a young child. My other grandmother made me a dutch doll baby quilt and some hand crocheted purses that fit over the cut off bottom of a Quaker oatmeal box. I had an elderly auntie who passed a couple of years ago who started out share cropping with her husband in southern Arkansas. When I first met her they had no electricity, kerosene lamps, drew water from a well, a wood stove, and an "ice box" (block of ice once a week) She saved all her chicken feathers to make feather beds and pillows. I know she did make all her own quilts, mattress ticking etc., all sewn by hand and very beautiful. She would stack about ten or twelve on top of you in the feather bed on a cold night. I could hardly move enough to roll over in bed, but I was warm!