tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post6727012603401378787..comments2023-10-22T20:53:58.823-04:00Comments on String Too Short to Tie: Fashion, Theft and Restitution #Tvanillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-89620315671054672212017-04-01T13:22:39.534-04:002017-04-01T13:22:39.534-04:00Vee, I do know all too well the nature of the stra...Vee, I do know all too well the nature of the straying child hotline. Mom knew I had gone to the movies before I got home. My favorite story about that preacher who came to us from Tipton was this, which supposedly occurred in Tipton before we knew him:<br /> A lady, one of his parishioners, went to him and said, "Brother W, I heard that you said such-and-so about me. Is that true?"<br /><br />"Why, no. I never said that. But I thought it, so I might as well have said it."vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-47081689812393602892017-04-01T12:56:11.553-04:002017-04-01T12:56:11.553-04:00Should have also reminded you that said Indiana pa...Should have also reminded you that said Indiana pastor was from Tipton. : )Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-8165035565320801202017-04-01T12:50:16.356-04:002017-04-01T12:50:16.356-04:00Seriously, I never ditched my stockings. Afraid of...Seriously, I never ditched my stockings. Afraid of the consequences as too many in our close-knit community attended our church. Since Dad was either a pastor of the church or president of the Bible College while in that community, I was usually quite careful. One helpful person was the reason the folks found out I was square dancing in third grade gym class. Naive me, I thought I was supposed to do what the teachers told me to do in class. I was also tattled on when I worked at the Kress lunch counter as a teen. I had to wear a long-sleeved white blouse under the short-sleeved uniform, but someone saw me when I had rolled up the blouse sleeves to do dishes in the deep sink. Had to go back to clerking at the sewing counter since I could no longer be "trusted." Funny one - when a preacher from Indiana came to pastor in the area, he told my best friend's mom on us because he saw us coming out of the corner grocery with a pack of coca-cola. Her mom laughed when he called and she informed him we had gone to the store to get the coke for her. He was shocked. Then she called Dad and our soda drinking dad had a good laugh. (And just when I thought no one could out-conservative my parents.)<br /><br />Wow! It's been a long time since I've thought about these things. Probably because I turned out so awful and really don't care about that life anymore.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-21561644036384465342017-03-30T14:19:50.931-04:002017-03-30T14:19:50.931-04:00Vee, of course you loved the hosiery. And the tea...Vee, of course you loved the hosiery. And the teasing. For a better understanding, see Rachel's testimony above.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-37738546793856089452017-03-30T12:20:52.937-04:002017-03-30T12:20:52.937-04:00Totally don't understand this account. Loved t...Totally don't understand this account. Loved the long brown stockings and teasing!Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-43014913972138650932017-03-29T15:43:19.710-04:002017-03-29T15:43:19.710-04:00Chuck, Yes, I think it is.
Rachel, you've no ...Chuck, Yes, I think it is.<br /><br />Rachel, you've no idea how it delights me that you shared this bit about your childhood. I would never have imagined.<br /><br />My daughters were not afflicted with the brown stockings, but I know that when they were in junior high they would roll their skirt waists up a couple of notches. <br /><br />Blessings!vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-75136376520356030232017-03-29T11:32:50.821-04:002017-03-29T11:32:50.821-04:00I did the same thing in fourth grade with my best ...I did the same thing in fourth grade with my best friend (Becky)who walked to school with me. Our house had a creek behind it. We had to cross the creek to get to school. There was a bridge, so we went under the bridge, took off our brown stockings, stashed them on a ledge under the bridge, rolled the waist of our dresses up a notch or two, and skipped merrily on our way to school. On the way home from school, we stopped at the bridge again for our wardrobe change! Fortunately we didn't have any mischievous siblings or friends who knew our secret!Rachel Herringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07129524965786541402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-9751542988813509202017-03-29T10:25:52.074-04:002017-03-29T10:25:52.074-04:00That's something a brother might do.That's something a brother might do.Secondary Roadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05116234285533139701noreply@blogger.com