Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire The feed, and flour sacs that made clothes.

Heard about, but don't remember seeing, folks wearing flour sack clothing. Do remember all the smaller area rugs braided out of cloth scraps, and when available,
worn out plastic bags. Some were pretty fancy.

Remember my grandmother making me shirts out of them. The "sweet feed" for the cow came in them. I remember we fed her a half scoop of sweetfeed and two scoops of crushins (corn in the shuck run through a mill and totally crushed up). Took the corn to the mill and they would do it for half of the finished product. It took a while to go through a 50 pound bag of sweetfeed so never got too many but do clearly remember it. Flour sacks came with hand towels or wash cloths in our area.

I've spent quite a bit of time in Shelton's Feed in Palestine, TX, spitting through the cracks in the floor to splash into Town creek that ran under the store. Had plenty time because grandma was picking out the proper feed sack pattern.
Never knew the guys name, but I can still see him patiently unstacking and restacking chicken feed sacks until grandma either matched a pattern or found one that pleased her.
In the mid 50's, most feed sacks were used as "tea towels", quilts*, some shirts for kids but they weren't standard clothing.

* - my grandma was a member of the "Swanson Hill Quilting Club"!

I recall them from a long time ago. Thank you for the photos, Rock.

My mother used to make us kids shirts out of feed sacks etc. I didn't like wearing them because they weren't quite as nice as the factory shirts.
I would get embarrassed when my friends mothers would comment how nice they were. I don't think they really meant it!
I got over it when I was old enough to realize that's all the folks could afford !!

I talked to a man from a large family, he said he was ashamed of taking homemade bread sandwiches to school. He said, he didn't know how good he had it.

I remember coming home from school and telling my mom I wanted a snack—she’d have fresh baked bread cooling on the counter—she’d say “Have a fresh slice of bread with butter!”
Me—“I don’t want bread and butter!”
Her—“Then you ain’t hungry!”

Worked with a guy once who claimed he grew up poor.
Somebody asked him just how bad it was.

He said his mom had one of those old pull shades over the kitchen window. The string had a bacon rind tied to it. When you went to the kitchen in the morning, you wiped that bacon rind across your lips. That was breakfast!!! LOL!