History Repeating

I was out with my husband yesterday at a religious service.  I used the restroom and met him outside to make our way toward the exit.  A lady stopped me on the way out to inform me that my dress was tucked up inside my slip! I righted myself and thanked her profusely.  As we headed toward the car, I remembered a story that my grandmother had told me.  She'd been at a funeral many many years ago and had used the restroom.  When she came out, she mingled a bit with the other mourners without realizing that she had her skirt tucked up in her underwear!  I realized today how lucky I am to have heard stories from my grandmother about her life, that I was able to make this small connection between her and me.