When I was a little girl my family would drive from Michigan to Tennessee every year to spend time with Granny and to help Uncle with his farm work. We'd stay for what seemed like a long time. Granny and Auntie lived in a dilapidated house that was so old that they'd only recently put in lighting and kitchen plumbing. The outhouse was still in use and, since there wasn't a tub, we'd use the pump outside, or draw water from the well to wash ourselves up while standing on the back porch. At about age 5, my Auntie allowed me to see the room where she and Granny kept their Sunday clothes. In their time women didn't wear pants and seeing their few dresses owned between the two of them was like seeing a secret treasure. They were almost all gingham with a few cotton florals, and all of them reached the ground. Auntie made me promise to keep it to myself. It was a delicious, innocuous secret shared to make a child feel special.
More than half a century has passed since she let me sneak in. And I still smile that smile of a cherished child entrusted with a secret when I come across long country dresses or like materials. She made me feel loved, then and now. with these precious Gingham Memories.
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Mon, Oct 10, 2022 @ 7:21 PM
What a precious memory to have! I remember we were never allowed to enter my Granny and Papa's bedroom and one time she allowed me in to see her and let me have a spritz of her perfume--I felt so grown up! I love this card and the memory behind it. TFS!
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