When I was a Maiden fair,
Mama made our underwear.
With five tots & Pa's poor pay,
How could she buy us lingerie?
Monograms & fancy stitches
were not on OUR flour sack britches.
Panty waists that stood the test
With Gold Medal on the Chest.
Little pants the best of all
With a scene I still recall:
About The Author: This poem is in the book "The Old-Time Art of Thrift" ISBN#1-882138-27-9
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This reminds me of the things that my Grandma and Great Grandma use to do. They didn't always do things because they had to , but because they couldn't see any reason for waisting ANYTHING!!
Great poem, but it gives you a sore bum just to think of it :)
Anne in UK
My mom used to recite this poem from memory for clubs, church, friends and such. She recently died at the age of 94 and this poem was the last one she recited.
The poem "Flour-Sack Underwear" is by Ruth Gettle. I found it in a book called "The One-Time Art of Thrift" ISBN#1-882138-27-9
Melanie
Editor's Note: Thanks Melanie, we updated the author information.
We was struggling to make ends meet. I had made my husband some flour sack underware .He worked for the railroad wore them to work ripped his overalls and got teased over the printed flour sack underware (I was told by a fellow worker) His reply was;
I was just reading a family history story about my great grandmother. She made underwear by hand... out of flour sacs. I have so many questions.
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