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Flour Sacks

Oh, yes! I recall them well, those pretty prints as flour sacks. They only needed hemming added to Mom's dishtowel stacks. I don't remember dresses made from them for Sis or me. Sewed together for table cloths, they were pretty as could be. They brightened the old kitchen when hung as window curtain. My dear mother wasted none of that I can be certain. They are making them no more, I suppose to save some cash. All flour comes in paper bags which is fit only for trash. 11/13/2013

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Date: 12/17/2013 8:13:00 AM
wow, you did so great with this theme. I just don't really remember these so much so I did not write about them. BIG congrats, dear.
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Date: 12/10/2013 6:32:00 PM
Wonderful Joyce....I now use them in quilts....congratulations on your win....
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Date: 12/10/2013 10:44:00 AM
Way to go with this winning work..Congrats..Sara..I only remember white flour sacks with the flour name printed on it in bold red ink..
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Date: 12/10/2013 7:49:00 AM
Great poem! Congrats on your win.
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Date: 12/9/2013 7:49:00 PM
Congrad's on your win. Light & Love
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Date: 12/9/2013 6:34:00 PM
very nice poem Joyce congrats on win Shadow x smile hug
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Date: 12/9/2013 9:19:00 AM
Congrats on the win, Joyce
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Date: 12/9/2013 9:13:00 AM
Thank you for entering my contest and may your holidays be filled with Soup!
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Date: 11/21/2013 3:56:00 AM
Joyce, you started seriously and ended in good humor.Joyce, royals this day is not by money but by the class in attitude they carry. simplicity is a great jewel. there is seriously an elegance in your write. (: ) Jenish.
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Date: 11/14/2013 11:42:00 AM
Good Old days, Joyce. Even the streets were not littered. Everything now is plastic, synthetic, including our love! Thanks for good poem. JM
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