Mine is sleeping under a Trip Around The World quilt my maternal grandmother made. My sister has it now. It's well-worn, and the batting (cotton, I presume) has all wadded up into little pills. Hand-sewn and hand-quilted, of course, because Granny was an old-school quilter. If every stitch wasn't done by hand it wasn't a real quilt. I remember being fascinated by the border fabric. It was black with . . . pairs of gloves? Hands? In bright colors. It has to date from the 1950s or earlier.