This isn't so much a post about church as it is about hankies.
I had been thinking about digging out my collection of hankies for awhile. Now, I don't think I would use hankies for a full blown cold, that's just a little too gross for me, but the sniffles, well, that might be OK.
Anyway, I only have these five hankies, but I have stories for at least three of them. I may have to take some close up photos later.
The first one has a crochetted lace edge with my first name in it and It was made by my Grandma Kool.
The second one I got at a birthday party over on Felch Street. They had put some candy in it and tied it up like a little hobo bag with a pencil. I thought that was so cool.
The third one has the little saying on it from the title.
"Sundays I go to church and pray that I'll be a good girl every day."The other two I'm not sure where they came from. They might have been a gift from an aunt.
I washed them this morning and hung them up on the clothesline. I mentioned last night if I dried my hankies that way, I could carry that smell with me all day.
