Oh yeah! I remember those ... and having to go get my own for mom to use
I remember having to do that too. I think maybe I had somehow used up the ones I could reach standing on the ground so that's why mom had to go cut one she could reach. My mom was a worry-wort type. No way would she use the step ladder. Worried she'd fall and break a leg. I remember her always checking outside if my dad was doing something that involved the step ladder.
