Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks
My Father grew up on a farm many years ago,
they never had very much this I do know.
During the depression times were really tough,
clothes made from flour sacks worked well enough.
My Aunt had a dress, my father a shirt,
Father was just a little guy just a little squirt.
But he remembers those days and how they made it through,
they did not throw anything out they just made do.
Sometimes I wonder where did they go,
those flour sacks that helped a nation grow.
JSergi
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