Some time ago, I had mentioned my sister & I wearing our feedsack underwear. Elastic was threaded thru the waistline, the legs were hemmed. Occasionally, as she & I were running we'd have to 'hitch' up our drawers. I can still vividly remember us 'hitchin', & runnin', & 'hitchin', & 'runnin' ...
I ran across this wonderful picture from Diary of a 50s Farm Wife blog & asked Ms. Hambley (Thank you) if I might use it to show you. Some of you had not heard of feedsack underwear ... here ya' go! Some still had the advertising right across the rear end.
And, then I ran across this little poem on the internet that is as cute as can be ...
Feed Sack Underwear
When I was a maiden fair**LV @ livinatmemescorner.blogspot.com/ mentioned that 'when the elastic broke they were just pinned up ...' & she is right. TY LV.
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 ships to name a few,
But the best beyond compare
Was always our feed sack underwear!
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