On October 4, 1956, my sister and I were helping our mother peel pears for her to can. We were both expecting babies at the end of October. My baby couldn't wait. Mom loaned me a sweater because the weather was chilly. My husband picked me up and took me to the hospital. My son was born later that afternoon.
About a week or so later, Mom called and asked me if I still had her sweater. I told her I did, and I would have my husband take it to her. She said, "Don't worry about the sweater. Just see if my bottom denture is in the pocket."
The sweater and denture were returned to her the next day.