When I was a little girl, if we went unexpetedly into a church (which you could do in those days because they weren’t locked up like they are now), my mom would give me a kleenex tissue to put on my head, her’s too!
I wouldn’t blame the women’s libbers for this, this was just another little destruction wrought by VCII.
When I was a kid, my mother, sister and myself were walking around Manhattan, not far from my father’s business.
We walked into St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and my mother took a moist pink Kleenex out of her purse and attached it to her hair with a bobby pin.
I was a young boy at the time, and of course, I thought she looked hilarious.
I remembered that, I lived it. Scarves, mantillas, kleenex if you were without
We had chapel veils, but with five girls, it wasn’t unusual for one to go missing. Then, the kleenex was drafted. :)