No sleeves

(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
Over on the Ruepings' lawn, my father had a fine sand box built, and my brother Lyndon and I went and played too.  One hot summer day, about 100 degrees I suppose, my father came home all excited, complaining to my mother:  "Do you know that Carolyn is over there playing with no sleeves on her dress?"  Mother said she thot it was OK as I was young and weather so hot, "but send her home, then."  And that was the first time I ever felt self conscious.  I was wearing a blue calico dress.