Back then many, years ago (1939), my mother
found me asleep wearing her blue satin nightgown. I know of it only
because she told everybody she could how I looked just like an angel. For
years I heard the story and when I was 5 or 6, my mother took me to a store
to get my older sister a procession dress (same as a Communion dress). My
sister was in school,
but I was about the same size so Mom had me try on a zillion dresses there
in the store fitting room. I enjoyed the attention I got from my Mom
and the saleslady. Most of the dresses had attached petticoats and
after awhile my legs started to get itchy. Petticoats in those days
were not like the ones of the 50s. They were STIFF. The sales lady saw my
problem and left and came back with a soft little lacey full slip that Mom
put on me before the next zillion dresses were tried on me.
Mom finally chose a dress, and when we went to pay for it I asked if I
could keep the slip for myself. I figured that she always thought I
looked so pretty in her nightgown and she talked about it so often that
there couldn't be anything wrong with wearing a slip. Well the saleslady
just started to laugh and bent down and gave me a big hug and said, " I
thought you were enjoying yourself too much, and if it's all right with
your mother, I would like for you to have the slip as a present from the
store." Mom thanked her and accepted the present . I wore the slip
until it just fell apart and I went back to borrowing "our blue satin
nightgown."
