Sometimes our moms made us wear pants underneath our dresses when we went to school because none of them wanted to ever have to go to the church weekly "quilting lunch kits for underprivileged kids" mornings and be the woman whose daughter froze to death in the middle of the prairies one winter because you sent her to school with bare legs. The stigma of that was almost as bad as if you were the one quilter who could not make your stitches all the same size. They made those women wear a scarlet letter. Frozen daughters was frowned upon and some of those ladies were power frowners.
I still have nightmares.