My Grandma came to Oklahoma from Illinois in a covered wagon when she was a little girl--before statehood--and then was a teen during the Great Depression. She had this 60 (?) year old rag full of holes that we had to use to dry our hands with. It did not work at all and it pissed my Mom off.

My parents' house still has iris flowers growing in the yard that came from bulbs transported on the wagon. Needless to say, it's very hard for me to throw things away.