My grandfather had a feed and grain store years ago. When grain was delivered, he would take my grandmother to the train car where she would select the prints she wanted. He then took those to farms where they wanted him to pour the grain in to bins, ane then he took the bags back to Nana to make clothing for me and my sister, aprons for the church guild to sell and marvelous pillow cases among other things. Feedsacks, or grainbags as they were called around here, were soft and yet sturdy. I'd love to sleep on a pillow covered with one of these today!