Johnnysan
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My early interest in hats was surely sparked by a photo of my dad taken in the late 1940's upon his return stateside in which he was sporting a fedora and heavy wool overcoat. As I began adding to my vintage collection, I noticed that my dad was becoming more and more intretsted in my acquisitions and often commented on his manner of dress when he was a young man in the 1930's and 40s.
One of our colleagues here on the lounge offered to sell an absolutely pristine Dobbs to me. Neither of us were sure of the size of the hat, but given it's appearance and price, I snapped it up. When it arrived, I was thrilled with it, but it was more than a bit snug on me. As it happened, my parents were in town for the weekend shortly after it arrived and my dad tried it on. It fit like a glove!
Despite my offering it to him, he declined and suggested that I stretch it to fit me. I knew by his tone that he REALLY wanted this hat, so over the holidays, it became his. He was like a kid at Christmas and is as happy with the Dobbs as he has been with any gift I've ever given him. My mother tells me that he's been wearing it often, even though he's too bashful to say so himself!
It's great that in his 83rd year and my 42nd, we've found one more thing to bring us together. You'll never know what fathers and sons will bond over! Happy New Year, all!
One of our colleagues here on the lounge offered to sell an absolutely pristine Dobbs to me. Neither of us were sure of the size of the hat, but given it's appearance and price, I snapped it up. When it arrived, I was thrilled with it, but it was more than a bit snug on me. As it happened, my parents were in town for the weekend shortly after it arrived and my dad tried it on. It fit like a glove!
Despite my offering it to him, he declined and suggested that I stretch it to fit me. I knew by his tone that he REALLY wanted this hat, so over the holidays, it became his. He was like a kid at Christmas and is as happy with the Dobbs as he has been with any gift I've ever given him. My mother tells me that he's been wearing it often, even though he's too bashful to say so himself!
It's great that in his 83rd year and my 42nd, we've found one more thing to bring us together. You'll never know what fathers and sons will bond over! Happy New Year, all!