Several years before I became a quilter, my husband had attended a locker sale and gave me a suitcase filled with small flat paperbags. Each bag was labeled with the receipent's name and type of garment. Apparently the renter of the locker had died and the contents were auctioned to recoop the unpaid rent. As I went thru each bag, I imagined how much mom/grandma had lovingly she had made each garment, that it made me cry. As some piece were large enough I made my granddaughter a dress. She is now 19 and has saved the dress. I still have the rest of the fabric remments.