Since I've been fighting some upper respiratory thing I got to thinking about handkerchiefs. I actually saw someone use one the other day. I got to thinking about that - using one, then putting the soiled thing in my pocket or purse, and I was thankful for Kleenex. In this time of reuse and recycle, there are some things that maybe should be disposable, like a Kleenex. Nevertheless, I don't ever remember a time when I didn't see my Grandma Wardle carrying one in her apron pocket. It was used for wiping noses as well as cleaning a grandchild's face with a little spit. In those days hankies were works of art. Always a bit of lace crocheted around the edges, trying out new patterns - think of the hours it took!
In church my mother would pull a hankie out of her purse and fold it a certain way to make a little babies in a hammock, or a mouse that would jump if held in a cupped hand to keep us entertained. My Nanny Bryan would keep her hankie tucked in the front of her dress. A little of the edges would show. Funny what you remember when you start reminiscing.
Two of my Grandma Wardle's hand crocheted hankies.
Babies in a hammock.
Two of my Grandma Wardle's hand crocheted hankies.
Babies in a hammock.
