Originally Posted by SillySusan

Sounds interesting. I'll try to find it at our library.

About 100 years ago, in elementary school, there was a short story in a reader about a granny that had a quilt that was old and beat-up and she clung to it constantly. She was senile and couldn't remember why it was so important and, of course, her family didn't know either. It was made from her scraps of the children's clothing, her dearly departed DH, etc. It invoked all kinds of memories, but she knew it was very important to keep. When she died the 'kids' destroyed it, I think, but under one block was a deed ... or something ... that was necessary for the 'kids' to have.

I have thought about that little story all my life. Any body remember it?