Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set. Proverbs 22:28

What do my handmade flags look like?  My handmade flags look and feel like an original carried by the Confederate soldier and may be used anywhere authenticity is desired.  They are in use by re-enactors, SCV camps, SCV divisions, MOSB chapters, UDC chapters, OCR chapters, state parks, museums and adorn many private homes.  . Click here for testimonials.

How are they made?  I use very strong, pre-washed and color safe (colors do not run when wet) 100% cotton fabric sewn with 100% cotton thread.  Each component is sewn, nothing is printed, painted nor embroidered.  My flags are handmade, not "hand sewn".  Confederate standard issue flags were machine sewn, not hand sewn. Southern ladies sometimes made hand sewn flags for units from their area.  Made with love, by me, in Dixie.

Can you get a custom made flag?  Yes.  Contact me.  Please include relevant information such as size, color, letters, etc. about the flag you want made.  Please supply a photo or sketch if you have one.  I will quote you a price.

Why do I make them?  The fervent wish of President Jefferson Davis was to preserve the true motives and courage of the Confederate soldier.  He asked Southerners to "keep their memory green" or to keep their memory alive.  I dedicate my work to our heroes (of all races) who wore the gray in the hope that their memory will remain green.

Yes, give me the land where the ruins are spread,
     And the living tread light on the hearts of the dead;
Yes, give me a land that is blest by the dust
    And bright with the deeds of the down-trodden just.
Yes, give me the land where the battle's red blast
    Has flashed to the future the fame of the past;
Yes, give me the land that hath legends and lays
    That tell of the memories of long vanished days;
Yes, give me a land that hath story and song,
    Enshrine the strife of the right with the wrong;
Yes, give me a land with a grave in each spot
    And names in the graves that shall not be forgot;
Yes, give me the land of the wreck and the tomb--
    There is grandeur in graves--there is glory in gloom;
For out of the gloom future brightness is born
    As after the night comes the sunrise of morn;
And the graves of the dead with the grass overgrown
    May yet form the footstool of liberty's throne,
And each single wreck in the war-path of might,
    Shall yet be a rock in the temple of right.