A fire at W.T. Grant’s dry goods in downtown Tampa the night before may have cost Mrs. Culp the ruffle on the taffeta slip to go with her lace dress. (Not sure why...perhaps she had taken the cloth there because she didn't have a ruffling attachment on her sewing machine?) "Tough luck!" she wrote philosophically. She got a card from son Frank, who had r…
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