My grandfather had a grain business. Some of his customers wanted him to dump the feed into their bins, so my Nana got lots of grainbags, as we called feedsacks, for sewing. When the train came in with his supply, Grampa would pick her up and they would climb into the freight car where she would pick out the grainbag patterns she wanted, and he would take those to his customers who didn't want the bags. My mom, sister and Nana all sewed. Nana made clothing, hundreds of aprons for the church guild to sell, and table and bureau scarves on her treadle machine. How I would like to have that machine now.