Did you know these hats for men were called ivy caps? I didn’t.
Today, I saw 4 men wearing them and I rarely see that. One man even had a bow tie and cardigan on with his ivy cap. It was very dapper and it made me smile.
My Pappaw wore them a lot. He was bald and I’m sure he wore them to keep his head warm. But, it is just not a hat that you see a lot of men wear and I’m not sure why. Don’t you wish more men wore hats? Not baseball caps. Don’t get me wrong, I like a good baseball cap on a man but let’s see a fedora maybe. Just get all Don Draper on me!
Pappaw was a wonderful man. He was very loving and gentle. I adored him. He died with Alzheimer’s disease and it broke my heart to see him disappear this way. My grandmother has it too and I hate the way it decimates a person’s mind.
So, every time I see an ivy cap I think of him and it’s just a happy reminder of his love. There aren’t enough words to describe how much I miss him. I know that when I smile at the men that wear them they have no idea why I’m smiling but sometimes it’s just the little things in life that make you remember certain people or certain things that make you happy. I love this photo of him below. That swing is now on my front porch and there isn’t a day that goes by that when I sit and swing on it I wish he was sitting next to me.
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Hat image at top of post via Vintage Dancer via Jos. A. Bank.0