Mine is purely sentimental value. This aunt was the oldest of my dad's siblings. She was married, widowed and lost a child before she was 18. Her husband started the church I grew up in.
When my grandmother died (before I was born), my aunt moved home to care for my grandfather. I spent a good portion of my childhood there as my mom was working the swing shift and my dad worked construction out of town. She was very much the grandmother I never knew.
She kept a HUGH cedar chest - really it was larger than a coffin. One day she was getting something out and I saw this spread. I said "why don't you make me one." She said her arthritis would no longer let her do that.
When she died and we were cleaning out the home place, we found the spread. There was a note with my name pinned to it.
That's so sweet! When my paternal great aunt died, at the age of 102, she left me a hope chest she'd had for years and an old treadle sewing machine table. It didn't have the machine, which was fine. I use it in my living room as a side table, with a tablecloth on top of it.
When she turned 100, Daddy and I had gone to visit her, and she gave me a quilt she'd made 25 years earlier. It was one of the last ones she had made. It's not one of those fancy kinds. It was strictly made for WARM!