One night my grandmother came in from the town she lived in in East Texas. Since the bus got in about 9pm, it was probably close to 10pm when she got to our house. They woke me up to give me the new quilt she had made (a mini Dresden Plate). I was so thrilled. Next morning, we pointed out each fabric and where it had come from... Papa's shirt, her dress, my father's shirt, my cousin Linda's piano recital dress, etc. I still have that quilt - a bit tattered and smelling of mothballs, but present. :) Also, her house didn't have central heat, so in the winter, we had to use up to five quilts, and I was very particular about which patterns were in "my" quilts. Picky-picky. But how I loved those quilts.