When I was a boy in the `30s almost all knickers seemed to be shiny satiny, voluminous and knee length, with elastic around the knees.
As we sauntered to school on Monday mornings through the streets of terraced houses almost every doorway displayed a pair as the wearer, on hands and knees, holystoned the front doorstep after the weekend`s traffic, and we competed to see who could spot the most different coloured pairs.
Not until the onset of puberty did I attune to the changing fashions.