I was born in 1945, my mother was a city girl, having grown up in Los Angeles and her mother grew up in cities also. My fathers family was from rural Texas and I'm sure my grandmother sewed as I remember her treadle machine. No one ever talked about flour sacks but I do remember dust bowl stories. Waking with a mouthful of the grit that blew in, sandy dust in the salt and the sugar bowl. Them driving to California in a car that had flats every few miles and hands blistered from patching the inner tubes and using the tire pump to pump them back up. My grandmother made a quilt for my mom and dad as a wedding present, I have it and remember it on my parents bed. I have another she made for my dads twin brother (perhaps also as a wedding present) I love them because my grandmother made them. My memory of beds in those days is they always had chinille bedspreads, the blankets and quilts weren't visible.