New Treasure/Old Memories

Wow. I moved to this apartment in 2004. It was a terrible time when I did. My daughter had 4 surgeries the first year we lived here. I started having big allergy problems, an eye infection and bronchitis for the first time in my life. Needless to say I would move out in a breath if I could. I simply stuck some things away and forgot. Really forgot. Everything started to calm down a little and my Dad died unexpectedly in 06. Not that most people expect death, he just sat down and never got up. No warning.
Wednesday night I decided to go through a box I had stuck in the back of the closet. I was looking for something and ran onto the box and remembered putting it there, just not what was in it. So I had a look-see. All the things on top were breakables/collectibles I had forgotten about. There were clay items made in school by my eldest daughter, namely an owl and a sugar bowl and creamer. Most were just little nick-knacks that I could live without seeing again. But, and this is the big one, there was another quilt that was made by my paternal grandmother. This one was blue and yellow. That is a favorite color combo of mine! It is not in the greatest of shape and the colors have faded. But all her quilts were used well and loved that is why she made them. I want all the quilts I make to be well used and loved too. It was quilted, not tied. It is a hand pieced whirligig pattern, the name of which escapes me at the moment. It is a small quilt, so most likely made for one of the kids beds, probably one of the girls (my aunts) I vaguely remember my dad bringing it to me when we were getting ready to move. Everything that happened after that is just a blur. I didn't even remember it at all until I pulled it out of the box.
So, I must get photos and do a careful inspection of my old/new treasure.