dad’s hat
February 15, 2007
My dad wasn’t a traveling man, but he was a hat man. Even when he had a full head of hair, he wore hats, summer and winter. After he died, my mom kept many of them wrapped and boxed up. All in great shape.
I put this felt one on top of one of the old suitcases, also still in excellent condition. Then I had to wait for the light to be right.
When I was five or six, Dad decided I should be a hat person too. He started buying me hats, which I wore to school. I was the only person who wore a hat. But it didn’t bother me because the teachers made such a fuss.
The first hat was a blue felt number which I still have. It’s somewhat deformed because my kids played dress-up with it when they were little. I’ll have to find it and take a picture.
I can still be a hat person if I want.
