I dug deep and found the treasure I was looking for. About thirty years ago, Mom gave me a batch of the original 50 lb. feed sacks that Dad had gotten at the feed mill in Hutchinson. The sacks had held chicken concentrates that Dad mixed with ground shell corn. Mom had some of them hemmed and all of them had been bleached enough to take the insignia off of the front. They will indeed become white dish towels when these sacks will again be washed and bleached. I have no idea what stitching they will be smartened up with. Mom saved all the sacks and did dozens of them in hand embroidery to use as shower gifts for various family members. Perhaps her hands hurt her as well when she whiled away the evening hours. There was always a project going for Mom . . . I think it’s in the genes. I am proud to have Mom and Dad’s genes of stamina and logic. It makes me very special.
Today Dennis got to choose what we are having for supper. In a few minutes I will be going up to one of the three Casey’s that we have here in St. James and pick up a half Taco and half Supreme pizza. It sounded like a plan. So far at supper time we have not had any weather hit. I wouldn’t mind if it all dried out before it hit the ground. It was a raw wind when I walked this afternoon. It’s a good thing the mittens and wool hat have not been put away yet.