As a child I slept under a Sunbonnet Sue quilt made by my maternal grandmother, with whom we lived. I still remember the fabrics -- a pale green print on white and solid pale yellow. We wore it out, I suppose, and at some point it was discarded. Quilts were common then -- everyone had them (only rich people had blankets) -- and perhaps not as treasured as they should have been. How I would love to have that quilt now or even a scrap of it.