Flashback Friday

Margie: Edna and I were just children in the 1920's but that doesn't mean we didn't see or hear things. Edna always wanted to eavesdrop on people and she'd make me do it too. Anyway, we overheard Mama and Daddy talking one day and Mama said no daughter of hers would be a flapper. Edna and I had no idea what a flapper was but we sure wanted to know.

Mama told Daddy that no young lady with any decency would be a flapper and neither would they go to a "speakeasy." Mama didn't cotton to women acting like alley cats.

Anyway, Edna and I later saw this little movie and we decided that we'd have loved the flapper fashions. I don't guess we'd have needed to go to a speakeasy because we always spoke easily about most things.

Actually, I suppose Edna did become a flapper because she spends all day flapping her gums.

Enjoy!

Sunday Funnies

Margie: I was quite the lady in my day, eh?

Retro Fashionistas

Margie: Edna, look at this picture I found of Greta Garbo. Wasn't she beautiful? Garbo and the other ladies of that era sure knew fashion. I wish we still dressed like this.

It's ridiculous how tacky the ladies' fashions are today. They let everything hang out. You know what Mama would say about that, don't you?

Edna: I surely do, she'd say that it's better to leave something to the imagination than to show all your goods in the shop window.

I agree with you about the old-fashioned clothing, the ladies sure had grace and panache back then. I had a beau who used to tell me I reminded him of Betty Grable, but I always wished I were tall and graceful like Ginger Rogers. Now there was a dame with style!

Margie: Mama was right! I always say the same thing. You best sit down, Edna, for when I say this.

You were the best seamstress I ever saw. Remember how we'd go to the movies and see a dress we liked? We'd buy the material and you'd make us the dress even though you'd only seen it once and had no pattern.

Edna: Why Margie, what a sweet thing for you to say! Maybe I'd best check to see if you have a fever, you're not feeling delirious or anything are you?

You are right about my sewing, I used to be able to whip up a fashionable outfit in no time flat. I wish my arthritis didn't slow me down these days, I could be bringing in a pretty penny on the side making couture knock-offs.

Maybe I could teach Cousin T how to sew?

Margie: Call him, Edna, because I'd love to have a new dress.

Edna and the Pheasant Hat

Edna always believed herself to be the fashion queen of Jericho. She was always up to date on what was hot in NY & had to be the first in Jericho to have it.

One day Edna saw an ad in the NY Times:





Edna placed her order, the kit arrived, and Edna made her hat. Daddy laughed so hard when he saw it that Edna got as mad as an old wet hen. Daddy said he hoped there were no pheasant hunters in town.

Edna made me go for a walk with her so she could show off the hat. We happened by Richmond Farm & saw Stanley's great-grandpa sitting on the porch. He was near blind as a bat.

As we passed by, he let out a yelp and grabbed his shotgun. He shot those pheasant feathers clean into smithereens. I had never seen Edna as mad as she was that day.

I suppose you think Edna lit into old man Richmond & called him everything but his name. No. Edna lifted her head and high-stepped it home without saying a word.

When we got home, though, and Edna told Daddy what had happened, Daddy got up, put on his hat, and left the house without a word. We never did hear exactly what happened but I do know there was talk in Bailey's that old man Richmond never picked up another gun as long as he lived.

Daddy looked after us girls.