I remember my maternal grandmother embroidering beautiful flowers, birds, and imaginary places onto pillow slips, tablecloths, and handkerchiefs.
I was given three handkerchiefs, and they were kept safely in a scented drawer. Some time ago, I gave one to each of my daughters and kept one for myself. I keep mine in my purse. It has wiped away tears and spit scrubbed a grandson's cheek.
It ties generations together in a very personal way.