In 2013, I wrote a post (click here) about a sweater My Mother The Dowager Duchess knitted for my father in 1949. Having finally been outgrown by my father, the sweater sat in a drawer until around 1969 when he passed it on to me. I wore it into the late 1980s until I too outgrew it. I then gave the sweater to my cousin Evie for her son, Evan. I didn’t know if Evan would want it but I figured, if he didn’t, Evie could give it to charity.
|THE DUCHESS AND THE SWEATER.
CONEY ISLAND, NEW YORK. SUMMER 1949.
|ME WITH A FRIEND AND THE SWEATER.
NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT. WINTER 1986.
Evie has always had a difficult time parting with things of sentimental value. I didn’t know about that in the 1980s. Last year, while San Geraldo and I were visiting the Duchess, Evie arrived with my favorite sweater. And it fit (snugly)! I can no longer wear it with a shirt and tie, but that’s not my style anymore anyway.
|NEARLY 66 YEARS OLD… NOT ME, THE SWEATER!
SANDPIPER RESTAURANT, FUENGIROLA. WINTER 2015.
“Don’t throw the past away. You might need it some rainy day.”