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November 05, 2021

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Thankyou for teaching me a new word (libation), the context of which I failed to understand as my astronomically wrong fingers typed in libration from force of habit ;-)

As we discussed on my blog, I keep my clothes forever. I hate shopping, especially for jeans, since I am picky about how they fit and no two pairs fit the same. I also like thick fabric jeans as opposed to the usual thin fabric that seems to make up most clothing for females. Since I really don't care what I look like, I wear paint splattered and stained jeans until they give up the ghost. Working from home is a great boon to me since I don't have to buy slacks any more :)

I also have to be liberally libated in order to dance. Which was an issue when I was partnered since I was the designated driver. Oh, I'll chair dance (bop up and down or sway while sitting), but that is about it. I didn't go to school soc-hops or the prom, so I was spared even the expectation of dancing in school. I do remember dancing with Dad in the living room when I was young.

Wow! You are a very good seamstress. And those flour sacks are really pretty!

Stu--Of course your fingers thought "astronomy"; however, your brain knew that was out of context. Knowing your tee-totaling ways, I'm not surprised that "libation" was not in your daily vocabulary. ツ

Bogie--What can I say? Neither of your parental units likes to shop. (For clothing, at least. Tools or books? That's another issue.) In high school, I attended one soc-hop and three "formal" dances. Most of the dancing that I've done has been with your dad - at Jaycee events where libation was the order of the day. You and Dudette were so cute dancing with your dad.

Liz--How kind of you. I've never thought that I was a good seamstress, but serviceable. Sense of style? Not at all. In high school, I took Elder Brother with me to pick out a store-bought formal dress. (I'll add a photo of HH's sister who, in high school, designed and made her own ball gowns. She and Elder Brother's wife were expert seamstresses - and enjoyed it.)

Your sewing is much more elaborate and extensive than mine ever was. Mother was remarkable at remaking clothes and loved to sew, so I benefited from that when there was no money to buy new clothes.

I had a cousin, ten years older, who delighted in designing and sewing her clothes in high school. I learned in later years she had wanted to go to NYC and become a fashion designer. Her parents wouldn't hear of that, with her father insisting that she and her younger sister should study basic office or secretarial skills. She became very angry, WWII started, and she joined the WAVES. She never did get into fashion design as she wanted but in the years ahead delighted in creating dance costumes for her granddaughters and others.

What a sweet story about your cousin, Joared. Did she lament that she never became a pro designer or was she, like many of us, happy to "settle for" something else that came along?

After Mom died, in going through the voluminous amount of papers that she left, I found a sheet of paper with my father's handwriting on it. He had planned out the courses that I should take in high school. They were far from the courses that I did take, of course, since I wished to become a physics professor and he, true to his generation, thought that I should take basic home economics and office/secretarial studies. As far as I recall, Dad never shared his plan with me. Now, I sometimes wonder if he was disappointed that I had not followed his plan - which, BTW, rather well matched what his mother had actually followed. Dad never gave me any reason to believe that he was disappointed, and he loved studying my STEM text books.

My cousin’s relationship with her parents was forever altered. I think she always harbored resentment toward them and my aunt always complained she wasn't attentive to them enough. I didn't see her much though she did like my Mom who must have been sympathetic. I did see her in her seventies or so, mentioned how my Mom had told me of her dream and she seemed genuinely pleased to learn the rest of the family hadn't condemned her. After she left the Waves she worked in Hawaii on Oahu where they tracked for any possible tsunamis that might threaten the Islands, then lived in a house on the Big Island on a married daughters husband’s coffee plantation. She’s still living the last I knew on the mainland in Indiana with a younger daughter, would be almost 100 now. Long since she’s been unable and unwilling to communicate and her family doesn't. Her hearing is gone and cognitive issues, probably including memory, too.

It's too bad that we humans are inclined to hang onto our grudges. I hate that your cousin didn't get to fulfill her dream; but, I lament that she had such a hard time letting go of it. Her service in the WAVES, surely, would have given her some satisfaction and it seems that she's lived an interesting life. I particularly like that she got to make dance costumes for youngsters. It is well that you thought to mention your mother's sympathy toward her plight - confirming that she (your cousin) was not the only family member who understood her pain.

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