As a small child, if one or my siblings or myself would get all snotty and congested we would hear Mom yell "use a handkerchief !", from the other side of the house, room or whatever, even before that sleeve could be thought of. Now days it's a tissue and the days of always having a pretty hanky are gone, except for one of my dear friends. She collects pretty hankys from the past. Beautiful, colorful, sometimes white, sometimes lacy handkerchiefs. She has so many stored in those wonderful drawers that scrapbookers use for their papers, that the stack is as high as I am tall. We put a few to use in her kitchen window.
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