I've enjoyed reading the many good philosophical comments and confessions. I too must confess that I didn't have a mature appreciation of old things when I was young. Not until my late 50s early 60s. But my family had nothing handmade to hand down. My grandmother's quilts were used and their house burned when she was 85 and all was lost. I envy those of you who have family treasures. My mother traded her first sewing machine in for a new one in 1957, so I didn't get her first Singer 66 (I think). I do have her Singer 401 and I treasure it. Now, I'm quilting and I will wait until my sons and or wives indicate that they would like to have a quilt. I have made all my great-grands baby quilts and their mothers have been so thrilled and have taken pictures and posted on FB. (They are all scattered in the US and overseas)