The first anniversary of any death is difficult to pass.  One year ago, a great man left our lives.  It hurts me even to think about my grandpa sometimes.  Certainly a man at 92-years old has lived a good life.  It is just the circumstances of his passing that makes it particularly difficult.  After losing his daughter, Caroline, unexpectedly, he just found it hard to go on.

So I felt compelled to take the kids to the middle school production of Annie last night.  Let me explain.  My grandmother wore hats her entire life…rarely left the house without one.  It breeded a love of hats in me.  When she passed, it was the only thing I wanted…some of her hats and hat boxes.  From college on, they have remained a decoration in my home.

One of my neighbors knew about my LARGE collection and graciously asked if she could take them within her care for the Annie production.  I did so reluctantly but figured my grandmother, grandfather, and Aunt would actually get a kick out of it.

With my children we observed a simple and sweet production of Annie while the young actors paraded on stage with Frannie’s hats.  It was a perfect way to celebrate November 19th.

There are so many wonderful images I have of my grandfather but the image below of he and Nate will forever be one of my favorites.  Happy times.

Cottage Grandpa and Nate

3 Responses to “hats”

  1. Shannon Says:

    Thanks for telling us about the show – we ALL loved it; especially Libby. My favorite hat was the one Mrs. Mudge wore 🙂

  2. Kathy Says:

    Was your grandfather a fisherman? Do you know what the metal basket is for? We have them too.

  3. tiffany Says:

    We used to catch blue crab in it off of our dock.

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