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Originally posted by Asktheanimals
And how about a recipe for Beaver tail?
Yeah, you read that right
Guess you'll have to listen to find out.
When I was just a maiden fair,
Mama made our underwear;
With many kids and Dad's poor pay,
We had no fancy lingerie.
Monograms and fancy stitches
Did not adorn our Sunday britches;
Pantywaists that stood the test
Had "Gold Medal" on my breast.
No lace or ruffles to enhance,
Just "Pride of Bloomington" on my pants.
One pair of panties beat them all,
For it had a scene I still recall-
Harvesters were gleaning wheat
Right across my little seat.
Rougher than a grizzly bear
Was my flour-sack underwear,
Plain, not fancy and two feet wide
And tougher than a hippo's hide.
All through Depression each Jill and Jack
Wore the sturdy garb of sack.
Waste not, want not, we soon learned
That a penny saved is a penny earned.
There were curtains and tea towels, too,
And that is just to name a few,
But the best beyond compare
Was my flour-sack underwear.
Originally posted by Ahabstar
reply to post by DaddyBare
I think I have read that one once. Years ago in an English Lit class. Seems like forever ago though.
Originally posted by DaddyBare
Originally posted by Ahabstar
reply to post by DaddyBare
I think I have read that one once. Years ago in an English Lit class. Seems like forever ago though.
The other day I saw an Amish family over at the local Walmart... guess that they had in the cart...
Flour in twenty five pound flower print cotton sacks...
Yeah I knew what they were gonna do with the sacks when the flour was gone...