War Story

How many of us remember with delight the child hood stories of our parents.

My mom told me of the time during WWII, that, as a student in a private high school, she and the other girls were required to wear stockings.

However, the only stockings that were available were made of silk, and silk was hard to get.

You see, it was a rationed commodity during the war.

Barcelona, 2008

One day, as mom was waiting on line, a teacher called her name.

“Ruth! Straighten out the seam on your stocking!” commanded the teacher.

“I’ll take care of it between classes”, mom said.

But, after 10 minutes, mom, of course, lost the tête-à-tête.

What to do?

What would YOU do?

As the story goes, mom bent down, licked her fingers, wiped the line (she had meticulously drawn with an eyebrow pencil) going south to north and painted, this time, a straight line on her calf again.

Imagine that!

Now how does that story relate to this photo?

It doesn’t.

You make your own story up.