The note explained that the handmade stockings had been worn by a woman named Sarah on her wedding day in 1848. They were also worn by her daughter on her wedding day in 1872. I remember carefully displaying them in a case on a small side wall. There was a small table under the case, with an information book on it. Under the table, I had a little white trash bin, labeled 'trash', and filled with old white socks. So the contrast was there to find, if anyone looked.
The show had many of those small hidden elements: drawers to be opened, objects placed not-quite-in-sight, surprises ready for anyone who took more than a quick glance. Old clothing holds so many secrets, from pennies found in the pockets to cash sewn into the linings to the pattern of repairs and meanings in the weave. As I write this, an article in the NY Times tells of Norse burial clothing found to have Arabic writing woven into the collar. Buried for centuries, in storage for decades, only now a young scientist has looked closely enough to notice. What amazing story is behind that writing?
Old clothing deserves more than a quick glance before going to Salvation Army.