It is a humble object, made of humble material -- probably a feed sack. There are several tears down one side of the towel, you know the kind, when you catch on something and end up with an L-shaped hole. Well, someone (Grandma? Great Grandma?) found some of the left-over sacking fabric, carefully matched the stripes, stitched down a patch and turned under the frayed edges of the tear. Not just once, but several times. Now, I will sew up ripped seams in my clothing, replace missing buttons, sometimes darn moth holes; I've patched (in a very crude way) Shug's pants when the knees or seat were worn through. But I don't know that I would mend a tea towel! And in such careful and caring way. I just find it sweet. It speaks to me of a time when things were not so disposable, not so easily replaceable as they are now.
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Those were different times weren't they?
What a treasure!! L for Love!
I have the same kind of tea towel mended and I feel just like you do...it tugs at my heart and I keep it for that reason. It shows love:)
Love the mend job. I think the L must stand for LOVE. My dad and his wife just gave me tea towels from both of their mothers to "marry" into a small quilted wall hanging for their kitchen. You are not the only one who cherishes these everyday mementos from our ancestors.
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