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Weekending: Hankies

The History of the Handkerchief presentation over the weekend was informal, full of anecdotes and factoids (of the factual type), and made most interesting by audience participation -- personal stories and memories -- and the presentation of several examples (including by one attendee who brought a box full)!

It will not surprise you to know that there have been books written on the subject.


I did a terrible job of documentation, but was quite taken with the appliqué on the hanky above, and with PANSIES on the "Handkerchief of the Month, As Seen In Vogue." (Though I haven't been actively collecting of late, I am still quite enamored of that flower.)

Years ago, when I managed my mother's antique mall and hankies were, um... let's say... PLENTIFUL in my world, I sewed a bunch to casings and made adorable valances for the Garden Room. Most of them faded terribly after years of eastern & southern exposure, and eventually I had to thank the whole shebang and dispose of it. It lives on in memory as one of the most fitting decorating decisions I ever made. Maybe I'll do it again...

Saturday was a glorious late September day! I met up with Ali after the market and we went to "Nancy's" (my local antique mall) with the kids -- we each found a few things, and Nancy sent us home with a couple of old table-top type games (I'll try to remember to post about them).


We came home and the discovery of my Longaberger double-pie basket (aka, picnic basket) led to... you guessed it, an impromptu backyard picnic, which the kids pretty much packed for themselves. You might notice walnuts in the grass in both the lower left & right corners of the photo. There were many, many more... and pieces... all which have led me to regret grabbing a WHITE blanket upon which to picnic. Oh well. I haven't laundered it yet...


We ended up heading down the ravine, which led to the path, which led to the road and the bridge and the river and the old football field and the discovery of a bunch of these wooden dog & swan cut-outs under the bleachers. Familiar with the site, they are most certainly placed on the field to discourage geese.

When we got home from our walk, Junah & Ginny wanted to go for a bike ride and, eventually, we ended up at the skate park. The kids ran around and up and down, they played and made a couple of new friends, and played some more. Jün wasn't too thrilled about having to head home and, just to give you a little inkling of this kid and his strong-willed personality... he threw his bike down and declared that he wasn't going to ride it home. After a little face-off with his mama, he dragged it (crying the whole while)... literally dragged his bicycle on the sidewalk for about half a block. Tiring work, as you might imagine, and it was right about then he also started to complain about the tears all over his face...

Seriously. I don't know how we all hold it together sometimes.



Those hankies are beautiful! When we cleaned out my mother's things my sister and I each came away with hundreds. I sold most of them on ebay, and while I occasionally regret that I didn't keep a few, I do still have a soft spot in my heart for them.

Jün's stubbornness and strong-willed nature will probably serve him well when he's an adult, but boy, getting to that point is tough on everyone! One of mine has a similar personality and I remember the face-offs well. Wishing strength for everyone and congratulations on holding it together!


I remember having some delicate little hankies as a child, but sadly I don't think I've seen one since then (with the exception of the heavily starched one I carried along with my wedding bouquet -- the same one my mother carried at her wedding). I think we should start a movement to bring them back. After all, they'd be the more eco-conscious choice these days!

I was always so frustrated as a child when I'd get upset over something that seemed very serious and the adults didn't take it seriously, but now that I'm on the other side, I appreciate how hard it is not to laugh sometimes!


What lovely hankies! Somewhere . . . I have several hankies that belonged to my grandmother and my great aunt. I really ought dig them out again . . . I remember both of them giving me hankies (new ones) to carry in my "pocketbook" when I was a little girl. I could never imagine actually blowing my nose in those lovely things!

(My Erin was like Jün . . . such a pain so much of the time. But her strong will serves her well as an adult! She always knew her own mind, and was never hesitant to share her . . . views. It still gets her in "trouble" now and again, but she's learned to . . . let's say . . . filter her emotions.)


I still have some hankies that my Nana gave me - there is one for each day of the week. Thank you for the links to the books!

Ahh, temper tantrums.! I think that since Genevieve has turned two, temper tantrums have been the majority of the phone conversations with my daughter. Hard not to laugh, since Heidi was the Queen of the Tantrum when she was that age. Bonny is right - that stubbornness will be just the thing Jun needs to get through those jr. high years, but getting there can indeed be a trial!


My grands and greatgrands always had a hankie, usually in a pocket or up their sleeves. I remember having a hankie in my pocket or purse. By the time I was 10 I just carried tissues. In college I carried a man's hankie, bigger and sturdier.

Life with the kids can be a challenge. Poor Jun, outnumbered by authority figures. He will learn to choose his battles. Good luck surviving that. My brother was like that his whole life. He learned to control it as a fifty year old. Better late than never.


I love hankies and still have a few treasure tucked in the back of my drawer. Years ago I gave a few to a friend who was thrilled to add them to her collection. The appliqué is exquisite!
Truly, how do you keep it together? ROTF!

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