i just got back from a car trip. not a long one as car trips go, but long
my brother and i drove to tulsa and had lunch with some dear relatives
of his late wife. it only takes about 2 hours to get there.
now it’s late on this friday night and we just got back. we left early this
morning. (well, you’re reading this on saturday. so not ‘this’ morning!)
this trip got me to thinking though . . . of how my aunt mabel and uncle
penny traveled on “auto” trips in days gone by. he always wore a suit
and tie and she a dress, high heels, and a hat, and white immaculate
they came all the way from upstate new york dressed this way.
they did arrive in style, i must say.
but dear heaven! can you imagine the discomfort of wearing those kind
of clothes on a 1,446 mile trip?
people really did use to travel that way. it was the norm, whether by car,
or plane or train.
when i was small and we traveled on the train to new york and went to
eat in the dining car . . . there were starched white cloths on all the tables
and a crystal bud vase holding one red rose.
you were served on fine china with elegant silver and sparkling glassware.
nary a paper plate or plastic fork in sight.
it was lovely.
it was just a different time.
people “dressed” in those days. there was an elegance about so much
of life’s simple happenings.
you “dressed” for trips to the city to shop, for meeting friends at lunch,
for weddings and the theater and for other special occasions.
i was instructed very early as to how to be a lady. even at three years old
i had a little string of pearls and a tiny pair of white gloves.
i called my gloves, glubs.
they were always the mark of a lady. right up to the mid 1960’s.
i guess before we burned all the bras.
remember jackie kennedy’s white gloves and pill box hats?
people really dressed like that back then. do any of you remember?
today i enjoyed lunch in a beautiful restaurant, with two other ladies
and three other men. and though we all were clean and neat, we wore
the most casual of clothes. every diner in the place was dressed the
same as we. not a soul in it was “dressed.”
every now and then i sometimes wish those old days were back with
their more formal attire that marked certain things or occasions in
our everyday lives as special and honored as such.
then . . . . then . . . .
i put on a neat, clean little top that is super comfortable.
and i put on a pair of pants that are super comfortable.
and i put on a pair of sandals that are super comfortable.
and i find that i am so glad i live in the now.
when cleanliness and comfort are accepted as enough.
i don’t miss my glubs.