Monday, May 28, 2007

The Flour Sack (or Feed Sack)

The Flour Sack (or Feed Sack)
By Colleen B. Hubert
In That Long Ago Time When Things Were Saved,
When Roads Were Graveled And Barrels Were Staved,
When Worn-Out Clothing Was Used As Rags,
And There Were No Plastic Wrap Or Bags,
And The Well And The Pump Was Way Out Back,
A Versatile Item, Was The Flour Sack!
Pillsbury's Best, Mother's And Gold Medal, Too
Stamped Their Names Proudly In Purple And Blue.
The String Sewn On Top Was Pulled And Kept;
The Flour Emptied And Spills Were Swept.

The Bag Was Folded And Stored In A Sack
That Durable, Practical Flour Sack!
The Sack Could Be Filled With Feather And Down,
For A Pillow, Or It Would Make A Sleeping Gown
It Could Carry A Book And Be A School Bag,
Or Become A Mailsack Slung Over A Nag.
It Made A Very Convenient Pack,
That Adaptable, Cotton Flour Sack!
Bleached And Sown, It Was Dutifully Worn
As Bibs, Diapers, Or Kerchief Adorned.
It Was Made Into Skirts, Blouses And Slips
And Mom Braided Rugs >From One Hundred Strips.
She Made Ruffled Curtains For The House Or Shack,
From That Humble But Treasured Flour Sack!
As A Strainer For Milk Or Apple Juice,
To Wave Men In, It Was A Very Good Use,
As A Sling For A Sprained Wrist Or A Break,
To Help Mother Roll Up A Jelly Cake,
As A Window Shade Or To Stuff A Crack,
We Used A Sturdy, Common Flour Sack!
As Dish Towels, Embroidered Or Not,
They Covered Up Dough, Helped Pass Pans So Hot.

Tied Up Dishes For Neighbors In Need,
And For Men Out In The Field To Seed.
They Dried Dishes From Pan, Not Rack
That Absorbent, Handy Flour Sack!
We Polished And Cleaned Stove And Table,
Scoured And Scrubbed >From Cellar To Gable,
We Dusted The Bureau And Oak Bed Post,
Made Costumes For October (A Scary Ghost)
So Now My Friends, When They Ask You
As Curious Youngsters Often Do,
"Before Plastic Wrap, Elmers Glue
And Paper Towels, What Did You Do?"
Tell Them Loudly And With Pride Don't Lack,
"Grandmother Had That Wonderful Flour Sack!"

Wednesday, May 16, 2007


If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.
- Edith Wharton

Friday, May 11, 2007

Pheasant Nest

From Kay V: She wondered how many ticks she got walking through the tall grass to get the picture. Mama Pheasant scared the "beejeebers" out of Jim when he came across it.

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