I had something growing up that most people don’t have: a Mamaw Girdle.
Actually, her name was Myrtle and she was my great-grandmother. I don’t know why I called her Girdle. The only thing I can think of is that it rhymed with Myrtle. My family didn’t correct me and other people began calling her Girdle as well. So I really believed that was her name.
While I was growing up, my family generally went 4 places: church, the grocery store, Mynatt’s funeral home and Sears. One fateful day we were in the unmentionables section of Sears where my mamaw Girdle bought a girdle.