tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post1957731596019196335..comments2023-04-02T04:12:22.602-05:00Comments on Ms Sparrow: Whatever happened to pretty hankies?Ms Sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-51924466694275771542009-01-28T04:31:00.000-06:002009-01-28T04:31:00.000-06:00You do bring back the memories. I had forgotten ha...You do bring back the memories. I had forgotten hankies. Mother actually did NOT use them, but Daddy did. His were red, with yellow and black swirles.<BR/><BR/>Yeah. Ironing hankies, washclothes and towels. That's how it began.Beviehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04285435228657659873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-29286705437370714732009-01-27T12:59:00.000-06:002009-01-27T12:59:00.000-06:00Oh my dear...what a lovely post...I always carry f...Oh my dear...what a lovely post...I always carry fancy hankies and *use them* -- I have them for EVERY conceivable season and holiday...some people say "Oh, how awful, to put a used hankie back into yer purse" and my dear, these are the same people who, as you pointed out, have nasty linty BALLS OF USED TISSUES in their pockets and the corners of their purses and just lying about everywhere, usually!Olde Dame Penniwighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871888334179316997noreply@blogger.com