Now this particular quilt was one made by my maternal Grandma. I loved that woman like no other; still do even though she's been gone for several years now.
I had never seen this quilt until my Mama called one day and asked Laurel if she wanted something of Grandma's. Of course she said yes! That something turned out to be a 1930's feedsack quilt. I was quickly filled with envy. " I loved Grandma best, so I should have it! She practically raised me, you know. " I think I startled Laurel by my vehemence. I REALLY wanted that quilt.
Well, I told her I'd trade her one of my Mama's (her Mee Maw's) quilts for my Grandma's quilt. I showed her about four different ones, and of course she picked out my favorite; a new quilt made from old feedsacks. "Well.......I don't know about that one."
So we're at a standoff. But they are both still at my house, and doesn't possession count for something? I told her she'd get them when I died anyway. She can fight over them with her baby sister. I'm so mean!