This DWR quilt that I posted a picture of was made by my sister's 1st husband's grandmother sometime in the 1930's. It is handpieced. She carried the quilt top all over the different places she has lived, even after divorce. When I started quilting, she asked me to quilt it for her to give to her oldest son. It felt like an honor, but also was a bit scarrey. Sunday evening I got a message that my nephew's house had burned, a total loss. They weren't home, they had gone to have lunch an hour away with his dad. First thing I thought about was the quilt, her grandmother's hutch & china. Then where were the dogs? Last night I got a message from my sis to call her, she forgot to tell me something. I tried but didn't get in touch until this morning. (ok, grab a tissue) My nephew had taken the quilt with them to show to his dad.