Friday, May 15, 2015
I got my first pretty handkerchief when I was two years old and we were visiting one of my Dad's aunts. Before we left her house that day she brought out a few handkerchiefs and allowed me to choose one. I chose a rather not pretty one. It had wide orange and blue stripes and a picture of a vase with orange and blue flowers. I loved it though, and happily tucked it into my dress pocket when ever we went to church.
My collection of pretty handkerchiefs grew rapidly and decidedly prettier as I got older. One of the traditions in the Amish churches while was growing up was when ever someone came to visit the girls always got to choose a pretty handkerchief as a little memento to take home.
I always loved the pile of handkerchiefs my Mom kept on hand for visiting girls and wished I could get to keep some of them for myself since she had designs that no one else seemed to have, at least not that I ever got to choose from.
As a teen I always matched the handkerchief I took to church with the dress I was wearing. My something borrowed on my wedding day was one of my Mom's prettiest handkerchiefs. It had a bouquet of delicate blue flowers embroidered in one of the corners.
I have a box filled with dozens and dozens of handkerchiefs. I still remember where each one came from, but sadly I no longer use them. I'm debating if I want to use them to make some type of handkerchief quilt, or do I simply keep them as they are. Either way I'll always treasure the memories each of them holds.