Sewing with Cotton Bags

Sewing with Cotton Bags. The Textile Bag Manufacturers Association, 1937. 

photo of 1937 pamphlet
Reproduction of _Sewing with Cotton Bags_, originally published in 1937, purchased on Etsy

               Sewing with Cotton Bags is a 32-page booklet (5.5 x 8.5 inches) produced in February 1937 by The Textile Bag Manufacturers Association. This copy was obtained on eBay, rather than being housed in a library archive.

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Laura Jane Waldrop Gregg

large woman in dark dress, seated on front porch
Laura Waldrop Gregg, at her home in Northport, AL, around 1950

(1899 – 1971)

Contributed by her granddaughter Karen Hollingsworth Gardiner

Laura Waldrop Gregg was likely born in New Lexington, a farming community in extreme North Tuscaloosa County, Alabama. In 1921, she married Henry Clay Gregg, thirteen years older, and they moved to an unpainted dogtrot house on Factory Road in Cowden, a rural community between Fayette and Byler Roads. Byler Road is now US 43 and Cowden is present-day Samantha. By 1932, she had three children (Henry Loyal, 11; Virginia Dare, 7; and Miriam Augusta, 3). She and Henry would have one more child, Dorothy Dean, in 1933, and they would remain on their Cowden farm until around 1950, when they moved to Northport. She was a homemaker—known for her good cooking and beautiful quilts.

Pieces: A Life

Profile of Laura Jane Waldrop Gregg

by her granddaughter Karen Hollingsworth Gardiner

Photo of four family members sitting in their farmhouse yard in 1933
PHOTO CAPTION: Laura Jane Waldrop Gregg, seated, with my mother, Miriam Augusta Gregg Hollilngsworth, age 3, and her sister-in-law Cordelia Virginia Gregg Adkins, standing behind, and her husband’s aunt Vonzie Gregg (standing left) in the family farm in Samantha, Alabama, in 1933. PHOTO CREDIT: family photo

“My daddy was a mean man and I didn’t like how he treated Momma,” my mother revealed to me a dozen or so years after her father had died and just three or four years after my beloved grandmother, her mother, had passed away. In fact, she said she didn’t like or respect her father much at all. There was a strange hardness in her voice. Then silence. Then a stunning explanation.

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