There is a beautiful poem about undergarments being made from feedsacks. The poem was written by Ada Marie Shrope from Kansas, USA (1899-1988). The writer obviously had some very vivid and personal recollections:

When I was a maiden so fair

Mama made our underwear

With little tots and Papa’s poor pay

How could she buy lingerie

Monogram’s and fancy stitches

Were not on our flour sack breeches.

Pantywaists that stood the test

With GOLD MEDAL on the chest

Little pants the best of all

With a scene I still recall

Harvesters were gleaning wheat

Right across the little seat.

Tougher than a grizzle bear

Was our flour sack underwear

Plain of fancy, three feet wide,

Stronger than a hippo’s hide

Throughout the years,

Each Jill and Jack

Wore this sturdy garb of a sack.

“Waste not – want not” was soon learned.

And “A penny saved is a penny earned”

Bedspreads, curtains, tea towels, too

Table clothes, to name a few

But best, beyond compare

Was our flour sack underwear.