My Ma, and Aunts used to take me with them when they shopped for hats, and dresses. I'd sit and watch as they tried on this then that one. Chat with the lady…they’d laugh chat. This is where I fell in love with Pillbox hats. Those visits were sweet. Different from the hardware store or lumber yard with my Dad or Uncles. Guys are a bit short on sweet chatting. At least back then. Still, both taught me much. Dad, the nature of wood and nails. Ma, my hat size and kindness.
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