Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.
This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt of men shoveling the walk following a blizzard in 1888 makes me want to snuggle under a blanket and sip hot chocolate laced with Amaretto. Instead my devotion to Sepia Saturday takes me back to January 1965.
|Mary Jollette and I are happy to play along.|
We have snowballs ready, but it looks like
we've already been hit.
I’m sure this picture was my dad’s idea, as Momma looks totally annoyed and ready to go back inside. I, on the other hand, look gorgeous! Stylin’ and Profilin’!
Royal blue stretch stirrup pants – the latest craze. A black overcoat with a velveteen Chesterfield collar – if it wasn’t a real London Fog, it was a wannabe.
But the pièce de résistance was the cap. That’s my John Lennon hat. 1965 y’all! I was 13 and would have been right there screaming and crying had the Beatles come anywhere close to Portsmouth, Virginia.
I purchased the hat from Mary Quant in London, the same shop where John Lennon had purchased his. What a dedicated fan I must have been to navigate such a purchase in the days before online shopping. I was 13. I managed to track down an address and wrote a letter inquiring about the price. Somehow I got the money together, converted it to pounds, and placed the order.
And did I wear that hat! EV.ER.Y. DAY! Keep in mind, these were the days of big hair with lots of teasing and hairspray. So after walking to school in the mornings, I probably had a bad case of “hat hair” to contend with throughout the day, which would have bothered me a great deal. But I was willing to sacrifice beauty, such was my devotion to the Beatles.
When spring came and the snow was no longer a threat, the hat came off.
|What's left of my obsession:|
The original albums, John Lennon's book,
Ringo doll, and the hat from Mary Quant's shop in London.
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