Here is the first contribution from her:
As a woman, I have memories of hosiery that involved my grandma and mother wearing them for their Sunday best. The ones they gave me to wear as an adolescent were not fitted properly. They were way too tight, and I never put them on correctly so they pulled. I swear each leg was put on the wrong way- all twisted-and the material was hot, sticky, and not pretty. I can remember counting the hours until I could take them off. And I usually snagged them before the hours and gathering drew to a close. They were not very shiny and felt more like a chore than anything. It was not ladylike to go without them when dressing up back them; however, I grew up. And as the fashion changed, my generation rebelled against wearing them as often. I finally felt constriction free! I could breathe! But as the years added to my life and the marks of time appeared on my legs, I have to say that the polished look definitely was missed.