Monday, December 5, 2016

Hankies Come in Handy

Hankies. Old-fashioned relics these days, so of course, I collect them when I come across them.

I save them in a box. When I go to a memorial service, I take an extra along in case someone needs one. I give them to people when they are sad.

I was at a funeral a few years ago, sitting by a friend. Her dad had died too recently for her to hold it together during a funeral. She started crying, hard. Hankie to the rescue. I pulled it outta my pocket and she put it to use. Afterward, I told her it was hers to keep.

My mom died last week. Yesterday, I got a card from that friend. Inside were these 3 beautiful hankies. They belonged to her husband's grandmother. She wants me and the girls to have them at the memorial service. We will use them. Thanks, thoughtful friend.


  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. You look a lot like your Mom.

  2. My sympathy. I,too, am a hanky lover.

  3. Sorry to hear of your loss. It looks like she lived a long, mostly joyful life. I love your hanky story.

  4. I'm sending up a prayer. What a wonderful story. When you send out kindness to others, it is returned ten fold.

  5. I have been studying hankies and have learned that there are so many of them around because they were the most popular gift. Poor could give them, rich would give them, people who lived across the ocean could slip one into an envelope. They are gift cloths and carry with them all that positive energy.

    I am very sorry for your loss, but thankful for your stories. xo

  6. So sorry for your loss. And such a thoughtful friend you have. Sheila Fernkopf