Beneath My Granddad’s Hat…

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My granddad on my mom’s side always wore a hat, one with a brim on it that very effectively hid his eyes from the world. As a little girl, I remember stooping over while trying to peer underneath the hat. I just wanted to see his eyes. Granddad was a tall man, about 6ft 2 I imagine. His ever-present hat made him appear to be even taller, such a majestic and powerful figure as seen through my youthful eyes. When I would call out to him, he would often tilt his head just right, revealing two shiny brown balls of joy that made my heart dance with excitement. His eyes always seemed to be filled with laughter, even when he wasn’t smiling, but the smile was never far away.

It was a rare occasion to find my granddad without his hat. Sometimes, I would stand and watch grandpa sleeping under its safety and security. I used to think it was so funny when he would fall asleep in his favorite chair, his faithful ‘companion’ completely covering his face. At those times while granddad slept, the hat seemed to take on a life of its own, as it loyally watched over its owner. while providing a kind of protective shield from onlookers. As granddad quietly snored, the hat would rise and fall with each intake and exhale of his quiet rhythmical breathing.

It has been a very long time now since my granddad went home to Glory to be with his Father. Even though the window panes of my memory have aged, I still remember him exactly the same way I did all those years ago. While the hat he wore accented his signature style, the man underneath was, is and will forever be…..priceless!!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill Chance
    Aug 10, 2015 @ 20:57:02

    Nice entry – I think that people wearing hats on a regular basis is something we miss now. It is another window into a person to see what hat they choose.

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  2. robert munjoma
    Sep 16, 2015 @ 13:25:32

    Drove me into memory lane, thoughts of my grandmother Erica.There’s something that was a signature for our loved ones back then!Thanks my dear.

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    • sporterhall
      Nov 11, 2015 @ 21:51:20

      You are very welcome! Aren’t memories beautiful? We can hold on to them and reflect back on whenever we need to for comfort and warmth. They often take us back to better times and for that, I am incredibly grateful. Thank you for reading and commenting! 🙂

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