Back in the day when I was a child (actually the forties) our extended family saved things. Things like grease for making soap, clothing for quilts, and animal parts for God knows what, with names like "blood sausage & head cheese." Then there was the "rag bag" for taking rags to my Dad's Aunt Martha in Green Isle, Minnesota. She had a large loom with pedals and bobbins. For making "rag rugs." Here is mine.
Well used you might say. And it was as the name tags on the end that tell the story.
All day every day kindergarten required nap time on the floor of the classroom in those days, so a rug was naturally needed. Thus mine was used and passed on to my siblings and later a son.
Ted 1976 our eldest son
Tony our youngest didn't require the services of the "rag rug" because our local school district switched to half day kindergarten.
Nope this relic won't be going to the Goodwill any time soon!!!