Go Ask Grandma

This is one of the stories I think of when I think of Grandma Effie. Growing up in Smallville, Washington (Pullman to be specific), we lived in the same town as my Grandparent F. We attended church with them every Sunday.

As a very young girl I just could never fully understand why they made slips so pretty to just put a not so nearly pretty dress right over it. At home I would run around in my slips all day, yes I was a girly girl no matter how hard I use to deny that fact. I have come to embrace my feminity these later year. Back to the slips, there is a picture of Devon's (I think) birthday party with me in a slip. I am surprised he would allow that.

I loved my slips and knew I was as glamorous as a princess in them. My mother would not allow me to wear slips only to church, I felt it was quite unreasonable.

This is how I imagine one particular sacrament meeting conversation went...

"Mom, may I PLEASE take my dress off?" I asked.
"No Julie, we wear dresses during church. "

Pause

"Mom, may I go sit with Grandma?"
"Yes, you may."

I am surprised even to this day that mom did not see this coming. It must have been an especially spiritual meeting that day, not much got by my mom.

Not until nearly the very end of the meeting did my mom turn around and see not only was I in my slip but I standing up on the pew waving for all to see. Very much like a junior miss princess in the town parade on top of her beautiful float. At that moment my mom was not sure if it was my grandmother or me who she was going to throttle!

If mom says no, go ask Grandma Effie!