Today is going to be a busy one for me, so please excuse this "brief" post.
August 5 is National Underwear Day and (although it will be another scorcher with temperatures at the 100 degree mark) whether they be "tighty whities" or "granny panties" .. I would like to encourage everyone to participate.
I close with a poem by Ruth Getty:
When I was a Maiden fair,
Mama made our underwear.
With five tots & Pa's poor pay,
How could she buy us lingerie?
Monograms & fancy stitches
were not on OUR flour sack britches.
Panty waists that stood the test
With Gold Medal on the Chest.
Little pants the best of all
With a scene I still recall:
Harvesters were gleaning wheat
Right across the little seat.
Tougher than a grizzly bear
Was our flour sack underwear.
Plain or fancy, three feet wide,
stronger than a hippos hide.
Through the years each Jill & Jack
Wore this sturdy garb of sack.
Waste not, want not, we soon learned,
Penny saved, a penny earned.
Bedspreads, curtains, tea towels, too.
Tablecloths to name a few.
But the best beyond compare
was our Flour Sack Underwear!
"he fled naked, leaving his garment behind." - Mark 14:52
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