How I loved skirts like this!

In the time of autumn...

September signals new beginnings. When I started school in Indiana the weather was always crisp and cool, just like it turned this past week.

I looked forward to buying school clothes, meeting my teacher, finding new friends.

My mother sat me on the floor in the evenings and pincurled my hair half-moon around my head while we watched family shows together; Ed Sullivan or The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, the Nelson family. I couldn’t wait to
wear my new saddle oxford shoes and one of my gathered-together-at-the-waist
dotted-with-flowers skirts.

I wore white or pink crinoline slips underneath those skirts. So crunchy. So movie-starish. So a thing of the past. It was a family tradition for my sister and I, getting to choose one every year from Wasson’s department store.