My grandmother had the afghan to see if the rest of the squares could be resewn into a lap throw. The mission moved on to me. No rush, my mother said.
This past week I realized there was a 35th anniversary to mark. Well.
Five damaged squares removed. An end row removed for reconfiguring. Some border crochet undone at one end.
Voila. Three days.
It's anniversary day, and it's going in the mail.