My father made me a cedar chest for my 16th birthday in 1960. He always jokingly called it the "hopeless chest" because I was such a tomboy. I had a lot of handwork in it, some of which I still have today. Do you ladies remember the transfer patterns for pillow cases with the "His and Hers" and the "Mr and Mrs" :lol: :lol: . And of course, the days of the week embroidered on the tea towels.
Today my son has this chest at the foot of his bed with the quilts I've made for him neatly tucked into cotton pillowcases. He wasn't quite 5 when his grandfather passed away and doesn't remember much about him so he is glad he has a little family history around him.