Sunday, December 20, 2009


Editor's note: These days, long underwear is hard to find except at sporting goods shops; they remain somewhat of a necessity for hunting and fishing enthusiasts. Time was, though, when "longies with a trapdoor in the back" -- like shoes and maybe socks -- were hauled out when the air started getting nippy. Girls usually didn't partake in the first part of that tradition, but I do admit to grudgingly donning a pair of socks for the first time this year a couple of days ago when I woke up to see a couple of inches of snow on the ground.

When the autumn leaves have fallen,
And the corn is gathered in,
And the air is kinder frosty,
And the winter winds begin
To creep around the corners
Of the barn, and 'round about,
Then I deem it fit and proper
That I git my longies out.

It's a mighty cozy feeling,
As I slip 'em on again,
And I smell the cedar fragrance
Of the chest where they have been;
An' I fasten all the buttons
Down the front, an' don't fergit
To reach and find the other
In the back, an' button it!

Ol' winter, do your durndest:
Now your pesky sting is gone,
You can howl in baffled fury,
For I've got my longies on.
Oh, I may not be so stylish,
Bur I'm not about to care--
I'll be snug while others shiver
In their summer underwear!

--Autumn Acres (1982)

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