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From early on, even before my
arrival, my dad could be called a chic dresser, a regular Dapper Dan.
He was always in style
wearing a three piece suit, and he always wore a hat, Stetson being his
For awhile there was an “In
look” accomplished by wearing a straw hat.
These hats were stiff as a
board, flat topped and not too comfortable, and they would sail away when the
wind blew.He would keep a watch in his
vest pocket connected to a watch fob.
shoes and long stockings held up with garters were a must. The one thing he
never used was spats, at least not as far as I knew.
As a rule he would have three
or more suits at all times so he could rotate them.
The reason for this
background is that my father was about five foot ten and I grew to be about
three inches taller than him.There was
a time when we were about the same size as I grew up.One day he decided that I needed a new suit
since I didn’t have one. He went in his closet and brought out one of his suits
and said, “Here this is yours so you can dress up.”
Now this suit was just fine
for my dad, but I was about fourteen years old and it sure didn’t look as good
on me as it did on him.He gave me the
rest of the clothing outfit, and I was all set.
I was a little stunned and I
was stuck.I couldn’t refuse them and
that meant I had to wear them.
everyday wear was jeans and t-shirt and that was what I always wore no matter
where I went.
My problem was I never
went any place where I needed a suit. I sure wasn’t going to wear it to school
or play baseball in it and I wouldn't think of wearing it to the movies. My
eating out consisted of eating at the hot dog stand or at the soda fountain.
There was a lot of pressure
on me that I didn’t need.
Luckily for me (as far as
wearing the suit went) my dad took off for parts unknown and that solved my
suit problem. I found a nice place for it in the closet and there it stayed
until some years later, I got rid of it for I had outgrown it.
In order to fully appreciate my
reluctance to wear my new suit you can try to get your teenager to wear some of
grandma’s old dresses to school and to parties.