A person who I do not know has linked me to her Blog. I will refer to her as Madeline’s Mommy. I visited her site the other day and was blessed with beautiful pictures of her gorgeous infant daughter. I attempted to comment, but I have yet to create a Google Account and wasn’t able to do so. If you are reading, Madeline’s Mommy, thanks for the link and I love your pics.
In any event, Madeline’s Mommy was writing about a special memory of her Grandfather. Her Grandfather wore OshKosh overalls on his farm. She shared pictures of Madeline in her OshKosh dress and expressed how special it was for her to have OshKosh items to put on her daughter. It’s amazing all of the warm memories OshKosh has been a part of. They symbolize a simpler life with family as the centerpiece. When people don OshKosh overalls, they aren’t doing so to make a fashion statement and impress anyone. They are doing so to work the land and tend to animals with comfort and without concern of how messy things may be. There is a great sense of satisfaction over the hard work logged in overalls while doing such basic and important things. The best ones have rips and stains that serve as a diary of experiences.
My Grandfather also gave OshKosh quite a bit of business. He forever wore (and still does on occasion) the pinstriped bibbs. My sister and I would call them Grandpa Drawers and we were ecstatic when we got our own pair. Of course, some of the enthusiasm died when we realized they can be hard to get out of if you wait too long to head to the bathroom. Fortunately there weren’t any OshKosh tragedies. I know fifty years from now when I call up a vision of my Grandpa, he will be wearing those overalls. It will bring a smile to my face just as it does today. Grandpa mentioned a short while ago they are hard to find now. He believes OshKosh has lowered production if they haven’t ceased making them all together. So sad. What article of clothing could stand a chance as an adequate replacement to the OshKosh overalls? I don’t see my Grandkids getting cozy feelings over my Gap Bootleg Cut Jeans or my husband’s Columbia Jacket.
