A while back, my care-giver and I were chatting and I discovered that her grandfather was an old classmate of mine back in our two-room school days. That was the most exciting thing that happened that day, and brought back a ton of memories.
One day his older sister cane to school wearing a brand new, store bought dress with a sixteen-gore skirt...the latest fad at that time. I renumber it well. It was a blue printed cotton that was selling for $2.98 at J.C. Penny’s. I know, because I checked it out he next time I went to town.
That was beyond my reach financially, so I broached the subject of a sixteen-gore skirted dress to my mother who made all my clothes on her Singer sewing machine. She never used a pattern,,,just laid out the material and cut.
I was disappointed rthat she wouldn’t tackle more than eight gores, but settled for that. Today the old Singer is at rest by a wall in the guest room.
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