My grandfather had a hat that was much more twisted than the one that I now have. The straw hat reaches back to my Grandfather and Uncles Farm. It was something I wore for a summer in my late teens as I worked on a farm myself. When you put a hat like that on you feel a little different. It seems like the straw hats bends into a statement rather than just being a statement. You feel more like an individual, at least that is how I felt under the straw hat, sometimes. It makes you when your a young man feel a little older actually. When your older it sort of makes you feel a little like it is ok. It offers interesting rust to the basic metal, perhaps.
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Then the "black hat, with the feather on the side" was one I saw my Dad ware a lot during his life. Fathers Day perhaps is about both hats. My Dad liked hats. I have no clue what it felt like to put on that type of hat but I think perhaps it felt like you were "dressing up" some. Being a little sporty. Colorful with the little feather on the side. The feather was made more interesting up against the black. Spiffy seems to be a word that may fit. I have my Dad's last hat in my office up ontop of the bookshelf. I look at it often. It makes me think of him.
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On Fathers Day weekend I remember Grandfather's, my Dad and myself. My mothers Dad had a hat and I don't really see it in my mind. It seemed like it may have been a straw hat but shaped more formal and perhaps a darker color. Blue Straw seems to come to mind. I am not big on caps. I always had hair that I didn't want to hide under a hat. I now don't seem to have any hair. Maybe a hat would be ok, more often.
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