some that I treasure ... this one represents
each of the (4) seasons ... I love them flapping in the wind ...
~ My Mother actually did make our underwear & I so remember my sister & I 'hitchin our drawers' up as we ran around, the elastic not holding them up much. ~
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~ Feedsack Underwear ~
(The author is unknown)
When I was a maiden fair
Mama made our underwear.
With seven kids and Dad's poor pay
How could she buy lingerie?
Monograms and fancy stitches
Were not on our feed sack britches -
Panty waists that stood the test
With Purina across the chest -
Little pants, the best of all
With seams that I can still recall.
Harvesters were gleaning wheat
Right across the little seat
Tougher than a grizzly bear
Was our feed sack underwear.
Plain or fancy, two feet wide,
Stronger than a hippo's hide.
Through the years, each Jack and Jill
Wore this garb against their will.
Waste not, want not, we soon learned...
A penny saved is a penny earned!
Dresses, curtains, dish towels too
And pillow slips to name a few,
But the best beyond compare
Was always our feed sack underwear!