My grandfather wore hats. So did my dad. My sons and son-in-law all enjoy wearing hats. My grandsons sport baseball caps. My cousin Jim loves hats and I know my friend E’s husband collects them. I have purchased hats to cheer myself in winter. To provide shade in summer.
I walked by Goorin Bros. storefront on Monday and went in, learning that their first hat was sold off a horse cart in Pittsburgh PA in 1895 (according to the story on their website). I live in Pittsburgh so this caught my attention. The woman behind the counter was coaxing a flattened straw hat back to life after a shot of steam. She showed me the old tractor seats that are now stools in the store. I was waiting for my sister to complete some work and walking around the West Village, exploring. The photo of the exterior on Monday had the cellar metal doors open so I went back Tuesday afternoon and took another. The door was open and there was a young man sporting a hat behind the counter. I asked if I could take his photo and he said okay, (as I’m sure tourists ask all the time) So this is Ryan selling some very cool hats. Jessica, I will photograph you next time!
And they have a blog
When was the last time you took a hat to be cleaned? Another shot from downtown Roanoke.
My son Mark spotted this signage across the street from the Weiner Stand. Unfortunately there were cars parked in front of the establishment so couldn’t get the whole storefront. Just made me wonder when the neon sign for Hat Cleaning was installed. Thanks Mark for pointing this one out for the blog post. I guess I could have included it in yesterday’s Downtown Roanoke slideshow but I think it can stand alone.
My father wore a hat. Mark has one of his grandfather’s hats his home office.
I think men in hats look distinguished. My cousin Jim likes hats. He liked the post of Meyer the Hatter in NOLA.
Maybe the sign is for women’s hats to be cleaned as well. I shouldn’t assume it’s for men’s hats.
The South’s largest hat store-Meyer the Hatter. Every time I walked by I was drawn to it. The display of hats triggered memories of my grandfather, my father, all sporting hats. And women wore hats, too, a little net veil with velvet dots, a pillbox with combs, a wide brim. Just thinking about hats and who buys them, wears them now. Hat boxes with a twisted thick cord to carry, stored high on a closet shelf. Who remembers hat-wearing?http://www.meyerthehatter.com/meyer/