I was a trash picker from a young age. One year I passed this trash can that had all these rectangles of cloth. I got some and when I got home my mother chastised me for "digging in the trash" again. When she saw the rectangles she got curious. They were wool samples for garments probably 5 x 12. She asked if they had any more and I was driven there with a paper sack and filled it up. She wanted me to keep a look out for any more. We had enough for her to make 2 double quilts at least.