It is hard to believe that Labor Day has come and gone. I remember when I was growing up you never wore white shoes after Labor Day unless that was all you had. Gone was the bright colors of summer and the darker colors of fall begin to appear especially at church. Today, anything goes. You can wear white all winter if you want to. Fall of the year was an exciting time for me as we usually got a big package from our “Rich” kinfolks in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. I thought they were rich because my uncle worked for an oil company. I think my aunt must have cleaned out my cousin’s closet and sent the out growns to us. How excited I was as I tried on my new clothes. What didn’t fit Mama made them fit. I’m not ashamed to admit I wore hand-me-downs. Mama used to say she wouldn’t know how to make something out of a new piece of material as she was so used to making over. I did have a brand new pink plaid pleated wool skirt and vest to match. My friend, the late Norma Jean Bell, used to tell me how jealous she was of that skirt. Someone had given Mama the material. I was really surprised that Norma Jean liked something I had because she always had new clothes. I was pretty well dressed until I outgrew all my kin.
Sewing is one of my hidden talents. I mean deeply hidden. Although when I first married we were so poor I made my own every day dresses out of printed feed sacks. They were all made alike…shirt waist style. Feed sack dresses were popular at that time. Housewives traded the colorful sacks in order to have enough for their needs. One of the last things my friend, Miss Ellen Squires, made before her stroke was Connie a little sleeveless dress made from a feed sack. How Connie hated that dress and just refused to wear it. Believe it or not that is one thing that survived the tornado. I still have it. Even my granddaughters wouldn’t wear it. Could it be because the flowers are kinda orange?