When I was a little girl, I can remember USING my grandmother's quilts she'd lovingly made for us, by putting one end on the clothesline with clothespins . . .and nailing the other end into the ground with nails! Then doing the same thing with a second quilt to make a tent.
My mother wasn't as upset about it as one might think, after all, she never so much as sewed a button on. But looking back, I'd give anything to have my grandmother's quilts. As a quilter, I can appreciate so much more, the time and love she poured into each one.