It seemed for a few years every Cichon was keeping his or her head warm with one of these orange and blue hats.
Gramps was good at finding stuff hanging around at work. I’m not exaggerating to say there must have been 20 of these hats around the family.
That was in addition to the stuff he used to bring home from National Aniline.
There was an endless supply of work gloves, flashlights, wooden-handled ball peen hammers, and blanket-lined denim work coats.
I’m sure some of these things were issued to him, but there’s little doubt he lifted some of this stuff, too.
It was before I was around, but his stories about being the night watchman at Paul’s Pies are legendary, too… coming home with the car filled with baked goods–mostly day old, I’m sure.
If Gramps was telling this story, he’d probably have ended it with, “But it was a different time then, son.”