That happens to be my quilt- hand made for my by a friend of my mother. I went to Europe for the summer and my older brother Todd took it to Woodstock (he didn't want to lose anything of his own). It got wet and muddy, so he left it-- and Bobbi & Nick picked it up and put it around them. I flew back to New York a few years ago to interview them for "Time It Was: American Stories from the Sixties" and found their story delightful. Nice couple. But they no longer have the quilt. Too bad, as it has become an icon.