Help with listing vintage fabric

Wow Book, I think your photos are great! Not much help on price, I would be looking at completed auctions and go from there.

 

They are just trying to make a buck on the whole depression/dust bowl era.
Feed Sack fabric is just that, it came from the sacks that held flour and sugar (I don't think any came from actual FEED sacks).
In other words, they don't have a clue what they are talking about.

 

Bingo. REAL flour/sugar/feed sack prints can go for some real money. This isn't feed sack, but quilters will snag it. Dunno for how much.

 

Hi Messi,
The feed came in sacks but it a smooth burlap type material. We used it for wash clothes (rags). They called the flour and sugar bags feed sacks because they came from the feed and fuel stores. It was about the only things we bought because we did not mill flour or make sugar. I used to get rabbit food (pellets) in the winter. We did this up to the late 50s long after the depression era. The only other thing was getting crushed oyster shells for the chickens. They had to have "gravel" to keep grinding corn in their gizzards. The oyster shells gave them calcium to keep their shells hard.
greg

 

Greg, you are teaching your Grandma to suck eggs here.
I grew up on a tiny farm in the first part of the 1950s until I was about seven, and we did the same.
I just meant that the other sellers were using the earlier history to make it sound romantic (mostly because they never had to live it).

 

LOL
It was used around our house all the time, and while I knew what they meant, I never did know where it came from.
Especially since they also used "egg sucking dog".

 

Hi Messi,
Was not trying to teach you anything. lol You did say that feed did not come in these bags. Just trying to say feed did come in bags. They call them feed sacks since they came from a feed store. I always say "don't preach to the choir". Besides I never considered you being a senior, always thought you were a 40 yr old whippersnapper.
greg

 

LOL I wish I was 40 again! That avatar photo was taken in 1965.

(I didn't say feed didn't come in sacks, I said that feed didn't come in the pretty, printed, sacks.)

 

Down here, "chicken mash" came in bags made of a material suitable for sewing children's warm/hot-weather clothing with various "kid friendly" prints.

"Feed sack" cloth was usually fairly up to date in its "prints." They seemed to keep up with "pop culture" (such as "pop culture" was back then).

One summer my younger sister and I had matching (but in different background colors) "Davy Crockett" patterned shirts and shorts which a dear aunt sewed for us.

Spiffy!!!

 

Hi Messi,
An egg sucking dog was a useless animal since it was stealing food out of your mouth. He was not worth having around. Like some family members. Grandma an egg sucker, never heard it. My Gram was a saint after all she raised me and I could piss off Mother Theresa.
greg

 

I had no problem with the egg sucking dog, but the Grandma one made me wonder. LOL
I guess it is much older than we may have guessed . . .
http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-tea1.htm

Yourturn, I am pea-green with envy!!!! I AB SO LUTE LY loved Davey Crockett!!!

 

Believe me, Messilane, we didn't have any of the "good" Davy Crockett accessories, just the shorts and shirts. All the other kids in the neighborhood had coonskin caps and "play" rifles.

Davy Crockett

 

hey! At that time I was riding an old tricycle we had gotten out at the town dump.
It was my horse! LOL
We had squat, and all my stuff came from there, or hand-me-down from better off cousins.

 

I did get a bicycle for my 9th birthday. A couple of years later my sister got a bicycle. We would ride up our one-mile road to a small "settlement" where there was a drug store with a soda fountain. One time my bicycle started acting up on the way up the road. Luckily there was a bicycle repair shop so I "walked" my bicycle in there and asked the man if he could repair it. Knowing that everything costs money and thinking I didn't have enough to get it repaired, I asked the man if he would repair it while I rode back home on my sister's bike to get money out of my piggy bank.

I told the man I could leave my sister there as "collateral."

He had repaired my bike by the time I rode back up there with a little more money. My sister was sitting there happy as a clam eating an ice cream cone from the drug store soda fountain which either the man or another customer had bought for her while she sat there as "collateral."

Does that tell you the kinds of words I grew up hearing Daddy say??????

 

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!