Yes I have a simular story and nothing made my Grandmother madder than for my Grandfather to come home from the store without matching fabric bags. Wonderful memories of a wonderful family.
Originally Posted by Ramona Byrd
My Grandma raised me during the depression, way back on a hard scrabble farm. All of my clothes were made from feed sacks, and I think that also included panties and "princess slips" which if I remember correctly, were more or less rectangles with neck and arm holes. All were starched and ironed, even ankle socks. At that time little girls didn't wear pants, as it was
considered unladylike. Now I rarely ever wear a dress!
My favorite that I can still remember was a chicken feed sack with little red feathers on it. When Grandma and I went to town, it was my job to carry the feed sack to be matched, ironed and carefully draped over my arm. When we got to the feed store, Grandma would chat with other women who were there for the same reason, and don't think long lasting feuds didn't start when one woman deliberately grabbed a feed sack that was the last one there, from a pattern she KNEW darn well an enemy wanted!!!
While Grandma was busy in front, other kids and I would go back to the little dusty store room and try to find a matching feed sack that held whatever kind of feed we needed, and if there were actually TWO of the same, then we would help each other drag the two together and sit on them to keep other kids away from MY future dresses!! Grandma would have the feed man mark it as hers, and she would contact one of her sons to pick them up and take them home for us. One uncle had a car and the sound of that OOGAA horn coming up the little driveway was music to our ears. it sputtered and banged but still made it up to the house.
Thanks for taking me back so far in my history...sure does bring back the memories.