My great aunt told me a story about the day my mother was born in 1929 rural Virginia. My grandmother was in labor and the midwife (my ggmother) showed up with her new bag that had a zipper closure. My grandfather, who had never seen a zipper before, was fascinated and kept zipping and unzipping the bag. Being in labor with the sound of zip zip zip drove my grandmother to scream the first, and only curse word they ever heard my grandmother speak. "Stop playing with that goddamned bag!" A great story about a grandmother I never really knew because she died when I was two.