Rag rugs

Isn't it funny how the oddest things spark memories??? I was just on ebay looking to see what was available for rugs. Since the place I'm moving to is a basement apartment with tile floors I'm thinking rugs would be a good thing. Anyway, one of the things that popped up was a book on how to make braided rag rugs. My grampy used to make oval braided rag rugs. I have vague memories of him braiding the rags together. When I was a teenager and lived in the basement of our house I had two of his huge braided rugs on the floor. I remember they weighed at ton. I swear he must have used denim in them. Vacuuming alone didn't suffice. I used to have to hang it over the clothesline and beat the crap out of it with a broom handle (occassionally I used a tennis racket, lol).

I had completely forgotten about that. I can never eat a dill pickle without thinking of my grandfather cause he used to make them and no donut on earth will ever be as good as his (and I don't even like donuts). But I had completely forgotten about the rugs...