I am always careful to not post things that appear to be crowing, swanning, or flaunting. Envy/purchase/showcase blogs are miserable, and if this ever turns into that, please kill me. In this case, Father brought me several of his ties as his hefty collection is now being thinned a bit. I recognize and remember most of them, and it is always an honor to be thought of. For them, they are cast-off and offered to a son or relative before being offered as donation. For me, they are surprisingly special items, linking a father and son together, linking further to past relatives and values and aesthetics that were taught. When I think of these ties, I think of his guidance, baseball, sailing, hiking, and everything else we did together during my childhood. For others, they are just ties.
Cape Cod and tennis rackets. I have an odd history with this sport.
I remember going to these stores as a young man.
West Hartford and coastal families had these ties in abundance.
Horwitz - West Haven, Branford, and Madison, Connecticut.
Thank you again, Dear Father. They will be loved.