Lace curtains

(1992 Memoirs)
Uncle Fred and Aunt Olga, brother and sister, kept house on Main Street [in Oconto WI], the little house that was home to all of them.  The front porch was nearly on the street, with two windows on the left with lace curtains, at which Aunt Olga and I sat in the dark and watched the passing crowd.  "Hump," Aunt Olga would mumble, "look at her dress, torn at the hem, and I just finished it yesterday.  Hump."  I knew she was an excellent sewer, accurate and painstaking, and charged little for her pains.