"attended
Phil Higdon's public sale with Dad...Farmers are interesting people. While they milled about or followed the
auctioneer around the barnyard, I stood by as an observer of the old,
weather-beaten wrinkled faces. Brush
moustaches were not uncommon. Straw hats
or battered felt coverings, heavy clod-hoppers on their feet, new overalls
(their best, no doubt) with a sprinkling of sport shirts & pants & even
white shirts - no style consciousness here. The New York & Paris fashion
designers who have women in such a dither this fall haven't made any inroads
with this group in 50 years. They smoke
their corn-cob pipes & slobber their chawin' tobacco blissfully oblivious
of the wonders to be found inside the tailor's or haberdasher's shop."
--
Letter from my father, Bloomington, Kans., to my mother, Hutchinson, Kans., Monday,
August 25, 1947.
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