Wednesday, November 11, 1925
Mama came over to day and kept Marjorie while Ned and I went shopping down Tenth St. for shoes and a corset.
(A corset sounds like a most uncomfortable garment!
By the way, the reason Grandma probably didn't mention this was "Armistice Day" or "Veterans Day" is probably because 1925 was in the early days of this becoming a legal holiday.
"The United States Congress officially recognized the end of World War I when it passed a concurrent resolution on June 4, 1926, with these words:
Whereas the 11th of November 1918, marked the cessation of the most destructive, sanguinary, and far reaching war in human annals and the resumption by the people of the United States of peaceful relations with other nations, which we hope may never again be severed, and
Whereas it is fitting that the recurring anniversary of this date should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through good will and mutual understanding between nations; and
Whereas the legislatures of twenty-seven of our States have already declared November 11 to be a legal holiday: Therefore be it Resolved by the Senate (the House of Representatives concurring), that the President of the United States is requested to issue a proclamation calling upon the officials to display the flag of the United States on all Government buildings on November 11 and inviting the people of the United States to observe the day in schools and churches, or other suitable places, with appropriate ceremonies of friendly relations with all other peoples."
Armistice Day became a legal holiday in 1938, then I think became Veterans Day in the 1950's.)
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I remember drug stores, the hardware store,and dry good stores - but a corset!
ReplyDeleteOne of my aunts was born on November 11, 1924, and my grandmother entered her daughter's birthday as occurring on "Peace Day" in her family dates pages.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if this term was used elsewhere - this happened in Chicago.
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
Annie,
ReplyDeleteI have an aunt born on Nov. 11, 1926, making her 80 years old today. I don't think she or her kids read this blog, but I'll post a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT GEMMA for her, just in case.
Happy Birthday, Aunt Gemma!
Carol
You are big time when you have the words:
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in yoour blog!
Way to go, Carol. I love this blog!
Marjorie, the drygoods I worked at may not be the one she went to butI can tell you they sold almost anything, and maybe sold corsets too. I remember Mother telling me that when she reached 9 years old her Mama decided it was time she started wearing corsets, Never mind that she was little, skinny, and not developed. She was so used to the corset bracing her back that the first time she was pregnant and couldn't weat one she thought her back would break. But I guess back then she wouldn't have felt dressed and ready to appear in public without one on. Praise God we can let it all hang out these days.
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