In the spring of 1947, before college
graduation, I took a train to New York City
for a job interview. It never occurred to
me to fly – in those days air travel was so momentous a woman would dress up
for a flight in high heels, wearing a hat and gloves of course, and probably with
a corsage as well. I didn’t drive for
two good reasons: no car (those being
still scarce with long waiting lists after The War) and I didn’t know how to
drive anyhow (gasoline rationing started before I turned 16 and had only
recently ended.)
So there I was barreling down along the Hudson
on the New York Central, crying on the shoulder of the woman sitting next to
me. Here I was about to meet a College
President !!! for a job interview, and I had forgotten to bring a hat. How could I face him? He’d never hire a girl who was so rude as to show
up hatless! So strong was my distress
that just before Grand Central Station that stranger took off her hat (of course she was wearing a hat) and settled
it on my head. I was to return it to her hotel after the interview.
And I did. And I got the job.
So when did hats disappear? I know I was still wearing them into the ‘60s,
because I have pictures of myself with a minimal pillbox (God bless Jackie
Kennedy) on a huge bouffant hairdo. I had at least one hat with a veil, and I
remember one that looked somewhat Mary Poppins – did it have a single daisy
perking up? I know just where they lived
-- they were up on the right hand shelf in the hall closet. And there’s nothing there now.
What happened to them?
i remember lots of your hats. i certainly remember the one with the daisy, but that was a later hat. i remember little hats with veils -- you used to wear them to temple on the high holidays. also of course i remember the orange patent leather shoes with the pointy toes. love the story of the job interview and the hat. what a different world it was. you should write up that day....
ReplyDeleteI would have enjoyed seeing you wear the Mary Poppins number at the Box Hill party at my house last year, so I too deplore its absence--although you looked just fine in the self-described "old straw hat" you did wear. And I too miss hats in general--which was why I asked the Box Hill guests to wear hats!
ReplyDeleteWhen I sang for weddings in the UK i the late 80's, I ALWAYS wore a hat. I even had a red one, with a feather, which I had found at a jumble sale.
ReplyDeleteMy organist partner and I would amuse ourselves by giving the cogregation marks for the wackiness of their hats. At most weddings, we found that at least eight per sent of the ladies were wearing hats, and about ten percent of those hats were more than a touch eccentric.
Sorry for many typos in that last comment. It is not easy typing over the belly of a large happy cat.
ReplyDeleteI could get very high marks for wacky hats.
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