A Slice of Life
As I remember how it happened, one day several years ago, I was looking for something in our attic, when I came across an old pair of suede cowboy boots that I hadn’t worn in years. I got them down, tried them on, and they still fit. That prompted me to look for the really neat felt cowboy hat I had worn with those boots when I made business trips to California. After the job was over, on my way back to Florida, I would usually take a couple vacation days and stop to see my mother and aunt in Albuquerque. The boots and hat were always in style there and I enjoyed the casual Southwestern atmosphere that allowed me to wear my Western duds. I had spent my growing up years in Albuquerque, and had pretty much lived in western clothes until I moved away from there when I was 18.
With boots and hat in hand, I got out one of my best Western shirts and some Levis to see if DiVoran would remember her “Bill” of the past
“Wow, you look great!” she said, as I strolled onto the back porch. “All you need now is your leather jacket to complete that outfit.” So, I went looking for it, and sure enough it did make a striking outfit, if I do say so myself.
When our daughter, Renie, saw me wearing the hat, she wanted to see how she would look in it. She found a vest and after much fussing with hair and clothes, she came out to show us her outfit. “Beautiful.” I said, and told her she could wear the hat anytime she wanted to.
It was the same with our son Billy, the next time he was over, except he wanted to try out the whole outfit. That’s when I remembered a matched pair of fake revolvers and handmade Mexican holsters my aunt, Jessie, had given me when I was in college. She had worn them when riding horseback in annual parades as a young woman in the 1930’s while living in Texas.
Well, that made quite a sight, when Billy walked around our back yard pretending to be participating in “Quick Draw Shootouts” with the bad guys. It was a Kodak moment, and as you can see, we didn’t let it get by without a photo to remember the occasion.
Now our son, Billy, has an 18-year-old son, Jacob, and DiVoran persuaded me to give him my vintage leather jacket, so now it is in good hands. Who knows, someday somebody else in the family may wear my cherished boots, hat, holster and jacket,
Note: We still have my grandfather’s denim work jacket from the 1920’s with the patches my grandmother sewed on it. I can’t wear it though because the sleeves are too short.
Scripture: Isaiah 61:10