Aunt Norie’s sewing room
Thanks to so many of you, several of you like the stories of the olden days. If you too have stories your grandmothers’ and great-grandmothers’ have shared with you and would like to share them also, that would be great, love to hear from you.
Area 4-H fairs are now over and schools are open again. I had to miss this year. I’ve always especially enjoyed the sewing projects the girls work so hard on and do such beautiful work, many going on to make their entire wardrobes for college. Skills learned in that field benefit you the rest of your life.
I can remember when postage for a letter was just two cents, a postcard just a penny. Now that kind of mail has been dubbed “snail mail.” Very fitting I’d say. This computer world still scares me sometimes, but yes I’m learning. I really enjoy your e-mails. Keep them coming.
I received an e-mail from a Sharon (thank you, dear) the other day on my remark about saving our hair to fill pin cushions. I also remember my mother had a small, dainty china globe-like vase with three legs, its small neck-like opening on top just large enough to poke one’s finger down into for saving ladies’ long hair. Women had such long hair when they combed it, the hair the comb caught was then saved and stuffed down onto the “hair receiver.” Those combings were were then sold and used in fine instruments. Those “cross hairs” perhaps. Those long strands of human hair are very strong.
Traveling salesman — “peddlers,” they were also called — would buy the hair and tin foil wrapping us kids would save from our chewing gum. They sometimes bought poultry and eggs, they sold anything and everything. Spices, pots and pans, fabric, you name it they might just have it.