My aunt and I were going through a box of textiles at my Grandmother's house when I lifted one up to my nose.
"Mmm, this smells like Grandma-Great's house...."
"You mean, like mothballs?"
"Oh....(giggle) yeah, I guess that's it, isn't it?"
I ended up bringing home a quilt, a few tablecloths, and a whole stack of doilies, but I didn't really get a chance to look at them until last weekend.
I had just piled everything into our spare bedroom and shut the door until I had time to sort through it. When I opened the door back up a few days later, the entire room was starting to smell like mothballs. I wrapped everything in a big ball and bundled it out to the clothesline for some much needed airing out.
I had noticed the quilt had names embroidered on each square, but I hadn't taken time to read them. There it was, right in front of me:
Not only that, but both of my great-aunts names are on squares, and there are some family last names that I recognize, as well. It's literally a family quilt, and it's in wonderful condition too! Squeee!