We are out at the coast again for our annual pastoral team retreat. A cool element this year is for each of us ten to share some aspect of our life story. I spent my allotted 15 minutes talking about my parents. Mauri related stories of people who’ve played major roles in his life and ministry. Steve paged us through a picture book his dad made to honor his 40th birthday. We smiled with Michelle as she shared her adolescence in photos, including the trauma of braces and glasses. Jo passed pictures of herself with Hank as young marrieds. She and I are nearly the same age, so much of her childhood memories match mine. While she held up a picture in a Reminisce magazine of women shopping for hats, I already knew I’d be using my next free minutes looking on my computer for pictures of myself and people in my history who wore hats. Here, for a few laughs, are a few:
Two aunts and a grandma, each with her hat, fox fur, coat, and handbag.
Sister and mother
Me, appropriately dressed for church
Me, looking so pleased, with my mother
I actually made this hat—and the suit too, covered buttons and all!
I can’t even find the words for this hat. (Dr. Seuss comes to mind.) I didn’t make it, but I did make the suit. Jo remembered we didn’t leave for church without our high heels, gloves, and hat. Here’s proof she and I lived in the same era. Those were the days, my friend.