Speaking of hats, there’s this A&J from June of last year. As you might divine, it is an unvarnished memory and observation of my own. Daddy would be 100 years old this coming Monday, Halloween, were he still living. My younger brother and his family are coming over Saturday, and we’re going to have a family party in Daddy’s memory. I’m sure there will be stories told (Again!) for the benefit of my niece and nephew, who never got to meet their paternal grandfather, and for our own amusement, of course. He was the prototypical Arlo.
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From the Department of How ‘Bout That: Recently, I used the word “seppuku” in a post. (Not a word you see a lot in everyday life, I think you would agree.) Yesterday on the way home, I saw a “Japanese” sedan with the personalized tag SEPPUKU on it.
Now I’m trying to decide why one would put that on one’s automobile.
I’m still wondering how, if Arlo’s dad tied his tie before he put on his pants, he was able to tie it with the requisite length of “tip of tie reaching center of belt buckle”.
OCD dresser? Who, me?
Jimmy, this really resonated with me. The 23rd would have been my grandpa’s 115th birthday. He’s been gone over 50 years now, but I still feel his hugs and smell his cigars. BTW, he always wore a well-used fedora.
JACKIE-sheesh girl, Lowe’s delivers!!!!!! And it is raining today. Stay home for a minute?
GR, I imagine repetition and muscle memory kicked in.
Everyone, have a lovely day.
Lowe’s charges me $75 to deliver to me so I have to have something worth paying that for. There are 15 patio paves tones in truck and 36 pots of mums. They kill the plants, my truck bed has a tonneau over it.
Sitting on kitchen patio with Dickens and Skipper in my pajamas having breakfast. Totally overcast and cool but no clothing necessary out here. Can tan anytime out here, it’s a living room filled with hanging baskets, planters, bird feeders and no roof.
Waited 20 years for this room when I put up that privacy fence, I planned rest then too. Long time realizing a dream.
My uncle wore a hat, tie, jacket when hunting. Not same he wore to church or to work. He was dentist and pulled teeth in tie and white jacket, dark suit to church. He went to seminary to become minister but went on to dental school, out prayed anyone I ever heard. Not sure I ever saw him without tie except in bathing suit!
Looking for my other Arlo and Janis strip to have it framed. I may need more pansies and violas, noticed there are none out here. The herb garden and baskets are doing beautifully.
Now you have me listening to Karen Carpenter. What a loss of talent.
GR6, regular tie wearing trains one to length. Also note, dad is a proper gentleman with a buttoned jacket.
Another American Hero, Bob Hoover, passes away. I met him a couple of times at air shows, what a great man, pilot and legend. http://money.cnn.com/2016/10/25/news/bob-hoover-obit/index.html?iid=SF_LN
An amazing man, an amazing pilot. RIP, sir.
Sorry, Jackie. You’re right. Your gardens sound beautiful!
My Mom’s dad worked for Sears Roebuck for years in the Engineering department. {Yes, they have one; how else do they keep the elevators and escalators running? 🙂 } He would put on a suit and tie before he left the house, then change into his work clothes at the store, then change back to go home. On Sundays he wore a suit, starched white shirt, tie, wing tip shoes, and a fedora to church-Episcopal, by the way. The rest of the time he wore “putter pants” (chinos), a plaid cotton shirt, and a baseball cap.
Jackie, it’s funny that you should post the link to Sharp Dressed Man as my sister and I were just talking about the video to Legs a day or so ago. I love ZZTop!
Hi Ghost Sweetie!
“How Skipper got into my pajamas, I’ll never know!”
“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know.”
– Groucho Marx
That’s Dickens favorite part of my anatomy to put his head at night to sleep, so finding him in pajamas wouldn’t surprise me. When he was a tiny puppy he slept in my top while I worked at desk to stay warm, snuggled in between. Too big at ten pounds to do that now.
Just baking a cranberry, raisin banana bread pudding for lunch. Have no idea how it will taste. Just had some extra French bread and two overripe bananas.
Hi, Jean dear. Been missing ya, babe.
Currently what’s on the short list for What-I-Want-For-Christmas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVLFyTTdTPk
Funny the songs that come up playing on my Pandora list. This kind of fits what we are talking about.
https://youtu.be/5zwq9RCeISY
Really? Like a pet or child?
Well, I suppose if one wore a necktie into aerial combat, wearing one to church or even the ballpark wouldn’t be that much of a stretch.
http://www.thefedoralounge.com/attachments/p68-69_edited-jpg.3325/
I’ll have to say that my dad and all his brothers were “sharp dressed men”. One in particular always looked as though he’d just stepped off the pages of GQ magazine. Even my oldest uncle, who was a farmer, took at job at a men’s haberdashery when he retired; donned a suit, white dress shirt, and tie; and looked as though he were to the manor born.
I’m seriously thinking of taking an honest-to-Odin* vacation…you know, one of those things where one devotes a week of one’s life to going where and doing (or not doing) what one wishes. I’m not sure I remember how to do that, but I’m willing to make the attempt. (I’m thinking perhaps the week of my natal anniversary.)
For those of you thinking, “Who are you and what have you done with Ghost?”, I say “Even the Energizer Bunny needs recharging on occasion.”
*The god of healing. Also the god of knowledge, sorcery, battle, and poetry, but there is only so much one can do in a week.
My father Jack Hodgson was shot down and died flying a spy plane in a necktie and leather flight jacket. And yes he worked for an upscale haberdashery in high school and college before enlisting. My favorite photo of him is an 8 by 10 of him with his car, dressed like a 1940s movie star and just as good looking. His uniforms were custom made, he was a small man but gorgeous.
Ghost you know that you have a standing invitation here or anywhere else. When is your birthday, my schedule is ok until I have knee surgery? I am not a good influence for workaholics.
Thank you, Jackie. I won’t be able to venture that far afield quite yet, but perhaps soon. And my birthday is…soon. 🙂
I immediately thought of your father when I saw the photo of those WWII RAF airmen.
Jackie, Did he go by the name Judd?
6 November 1951 While conducting an intelligence gathering mission, later claimed to be a “weather reconnaissance mission under United Nations command”, a US Navy P2V-3W Neptune (BuNo 124283 – not 124284 as listed in some sources) of VP-6 was shot down over the Sea of Japan, near Vladivostok, by Soviet La-11 Fangs flown by I. Ya. Lukashyev and M.K. Shchukin. The Soviet pilots reported that they intercepted the aircraft in the area of Cape Ostrovnoy approximately 7-8 miles from the shore. After they fired on the aircraft, it fell, burning, into the water and exploded 18 miles from the shore. The crew of Judd C. Hodgson, Sam Rosenfeld, Donald E. Smith, Reuben S. Baggett, Paul R. Foster, Erwin D. Raglin, Paul G. Juric, William S. Meyer, Ralph A. Wigert Jr. and Jack Lively were reported as missing.
So sorry for your loss.
Have gun, will travel.
My dad flew first for RAF and the US Army Airforce. He was shot down by friendly fire from RAF while filming behind enemy lines for Battle of Monte Cassino in Italy.