In the bedroom closet I uncovered a flat box of quilt squares. Some were finished, some were partly-sewn, and some squares still needed to be stitched together.
The fabrics were familiar to me, even though I couldn't remember what each one had been originally. They were scraps from clothing my mother had sewn for us when I was young. I recognize the brown and green fabrics in the block below as being from two of my father's sport shirts.