Mrs. Vinopal always carried over her forearm what my younger sister and I referred to as the "Mrs.Vinopal purse": black, functional, with a honkin' silver clasp at the top that made the loudest "swooshing" noise whenever it opened or closed. The photo to the left of this post is the closest one I could find to show you but, trust me, even the photo looks way more stylish than the one she carried. But the beautiful thing about the Mrs. Vinopal purse was that it contained whatever was needed at the time--a bandaid, a pair of scissors, a lost library card, a penny for a fountain, a report card, family photos, an extra sandwich, gum, coupons--it didn't matter. Whatever you needed, it was in that dang purse! It was also large enough to carry a toddler in an emergency, and there were plenty of emergencies on our block. We had the smallest family with "only" five kids.
I wrote a short story about Mrs. Vinopal's purse a long time ago and I may post it on my web site at a later date under "Free Stuff." Why? I guess I'm feeling kind of nostalgic today because I'm noticing just how much my own purse has turned into a Mrs. Vinopal purse. Mine is brown, not black, and perhaps a little more stylish but I can't believe the crap that I haul around inside it. Why? I have no idea.
|Mom's "Going Out" purse|