But I digress
I know I will so might as well put that in the subject line.
I'm guessing the year was either 1931 or 32. How I'm dating it is because most little boys didn't get to wear long dress pants until their 6th birthday. We had to put on the dreaded narrow strap elastic harness over our shoulders and have a strap hang down to our thighs so the hated heavy beige long stockings could fasten on and hold them up. And that is what I wore for this incident. Obviously I wasn't 6 yet. Oh, I had bib overalls and even a pair of long denim pants but for church or when we went anywhere the hated short pants and harness were brought out. Digression #1
Grandma had an aged aunt, I thought impossibly ancient but probably no older than I am now. I never heard her called anything but "auntie". No first or last name, I don,t even know where she lived but it was about an hours drive in our 1928 Whippet since grandad never went over 35 mph, if he happened to get up to 40, grandma would always ask "why are we going so fast?". I guess because they grew up in the horse and buggy days and that was the speed she liked best. Would have been a fast horse at that speed though.
We had to go see "auntie" ttwice a year and I know I wore short pants then. Problem, I was supposed to sit on a straight back chair, not cross my legs or speak or wiggle when we were in "aunties" house. She had never married and apparently was fairly well off. There was a woman that lived with her named Bea. I thought she was nameed after a bug but later found out her name was Beatrice McGlumphy. That kind of ruined it, I liked the bug name better. Anyway, if she was supposed to keep "auntie" bathed and her dresses washed, I didn't think that the house or "auntie" smelled very good. Remember sitting squirming as little as possible , hearing"auntie" complain about everything. I had a brilliant idea, most houses lacked indoor plumbing and a polite way to say I have to go was I have to go outside. Grandad quickly said"I'll go with him". Heard "auntie" say "not very well mannered is he? When grandad and I went out the door he said"you really didn't have to go did you" I agreed and we took a slow walk around the block before going back, hoping grandma was ready to go. She fortunately was ready to leave but she asked us why it took so long outside. She already knew why.I suppose the above is a way to date when I got my first long pants later that year. Grandma didn't believe in zippers so they had to have a button fly but can remember how proud I was wearing my first long dress pants.
Hope the above didn't put you to sleep. Never went to "aunties" again.