Winter wear

(1992 Memoirs)
In the winter, Olga would open the oven door and warm my underwear and long black stockings before she helped me into them.  I sat near the range when I tucked my long underwear in my long black stockings.  My woolen dress went over my slip.  I was ready for school, fourth grade, when I finished my breakfast, pulled on my galoshes, hood and mittenes, and of course coat.