Past Blast: Hey There

Evie: Published back on November 2nd 2014. I am dealing with a bit normal female curse… I mean… bah, never mind what I mean. I don’t have the energy to type up a new post today and am not going to negotiate with that bitch of a muse today.  I ended up with seven different short story ideas over the weekend. Not only no, but hell no. Other projects need finished first. Though this notebook I’m putting those tidbits into is going to be filling up quick if I’m not careful….

….glad you stopped by. Come on in.  Hot Water on the stove if you’d like some tea.

There’s been something rolling around in the back of my head for awhile now.  Let’s talk about it.

Either late last year or early this year, I don’t remember which, my mother told me about one of her residents at the nursing home she works at.  A doll of a lady.  Literally.  Apparently she was maybe 95 pounds. Maybe 5 foot.

She brought with her her organ, and was a mistress at playing it.  The thing that stuck out in my mind though was a small bit from one of the meals she had come down for, she was wearing according to my mother a very beautiful skirt.  When queried, she told my mother it was her depression skirt.

I just see the puzzled look my mother gave her.

“It’s the skirt I made in the Depression.”

…yes…. THE Depression.  The blessed woman was, IIRC, over 100.  Think about that for a few minutes.  (And as a good friend pointed out THE skirt as in probably the only she had.)

A skirt she had made, probably in the early 1930’s.  That puts that skirt between 75 and 85 years old.  She probably hand sewed it.

It was still a beautiful skirt.  Can you just imagine what that looked like?

She was only there at the home for about a year I think.  She passed away this fall.  A few weeks after I had asked my mom if she could get a picture of her and her skirt.  (And yes, *THAT* thought did fly through my head, being the slightly superstitious wench that I am.  It didn’t stay for long, but long enough to make me wince.)

This skirt and woman have been on my mind a lot.

She lived through an era where:

  1. Money was practically worthless.
  2. Material goods were of high value.
  3. Everyone had gardens or knew someone who had a garden and they bartered with them, skills for goods.
  4. Things were made to last.  Fabric wasn’t as cheaply made, etc.

Folks survived the Depression because they innovated.  They relied on their skills.  They made due.  They were stubborn.

With each passing day, individuals who have decades of experience are slipping through our fingers.  Folks who were there for the Depression.  A treasure trove of a walking library.  One that preppers and survivalists are missing out on. There are those though who want (imitation) “all those icky wrong old folks to die off” (imitation off). No seriously, there are asshats that say shit like this. Your favorite auntie or granny? Yeah, they gotta go according these people because…. they are old.

And their stories! Dear Gods can you imagine their stories!  All back before we were wired in like we are now.
I really wish I could have met the Skirt Lady and shared a cup of tea with her.
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