Mrs . Wilson ' s Knitted Socks
By Josephine Doss
Hello ! I am Calvin Klein and this is my twin brother , Alexander McQueen . If you couldn ’ t guess , we are a pair of socks knitted by Mrs . Wilson . She was very nice woman that lived at the height of society ( she was the First Lady of President Woodrow Wilson ). One day , she stuffed us into a itsy bitsy little box and threw us onto a truck or some other mode of transport . We were cramped up in that little box for so long and I think that we rode a ship and a train on the way to our destination . When we finally got out of the box there was a very unfamiliar face peering at us . It turned out to be a very nice man named William Lopez , but , before we get to that , let us tell you a little bit more about ourselves . Here , feel this , don ’ t you think we are soft but slightly coarse ? Yeah , our wool was sheared from sheep who used to live on the White House lawn during World War 1 . Actually , so many people sheared those sheep for wool , but that is a story for another time . Also , have you ever heard of the American Red Cross ? Well , they auctioned sheep wool and made over 100,000 dollars . Okay , lets resume our story , where were we ? Oh yeah , right . We had just met William Lopez the nice man . When we first saw him , he was pretty filthy , covered in mud , dirt , and blood . Our first glimpse at the outside world was not what my brother and I were expecting . The long , narrow ditches ( we found that they were trenches later ) the soldiers were living in did not have favorable conditions . The trenches were wet and muddy with overflowing toilets and rats the size of cats ! Also , the constant sound of guns firing and bombs exploding were hard on our “ ears ”! To add to that , William took off his boots and other socks , then , he pulled us on ! Those first few days were the worst . In addition to the guns and bombs in the background , the stench of William ’ s feet was almost enough to knock both of us out ! Eventually , William took us off and washed us but , before we were done drying , William was sent over the top and never came back . After that we met another person named Nathaniel Jones . He wore us around for , what , 3 , 4 years before we left the long , wet trenches and were unceremoniously stuffed into his rucksack . After a long ride on some mean of transport ( we don ’ t know what kind ), we arrived at our destination ( sound familiar ?). Later , we got unpacked and saw we were in a quaint little house filled with all sorts of knick knacks and trinkets . We lived with Nathaniel until he died and he was never the same after “ The Great War ”. Years later we went to this amazing museum and that is where we have lived ever since .
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PSSST ! Hey , down here ! I ’ m Alexander McQueen . You know , the Narrator ’ s brother ? Well , just wanted to let you know that this museum is way , way , way , way , WAY , better than my brother could ever put to words . Peace OUT !!!