Dad used to buy livestock feed in colorful linen bags, which he saved and brought home to Mom. She loved to sew, and she turned them into pretty and useful things for us and for the house.
I remember once she made some bloomers for me. That’s what she called them, but they didn’t look like the old-fashioned type that girls and women wore under dresses in earlier eras. I would compare them to the little matching panties that are sold with toddler dresses today.
They were pretty and ruffly, and I loved them. I was pretty proud of them.
One morning, I followed my brother to the bus because I wanted to show the kids my pretty new bloomers. I think that was all I was wearing.
I don’t remember ever walking to the bus with him after that.
I suspect I embarrassed him and he asked Mom to keep me in the house.
Big brothers have their limits.
Through My Eyes, Gently 