Work bibs: a pocket watch and a DeKalb bullet pencil with a little metal cap. Shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow. A Pioneer seed corn cap. Tired leather work boots Rockford socks.
Dress bibs: New ones,
after showering in the cellar,
good enough for company,
opening Christmas gifts
even if your mother-in-law is there,
savoring a game featuring Johnny Unitas.
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Love the Christmas post! Just wonderful! 🙂
Thanks, Linda!
I love this poetic tribute to your dad. You brought him to life in just a few short lines.
I think he’d get a kick out of it too. Thanks, Liz!
You’re welcome, Joy!
My grandfather wore bibs. My father wore bibs when he was doing carpentry work. He liked them so well he thought his sons and son-in-law should each have a pair, so he bought us each a pair one Christmas when our otherwise scattered families were together one year. Somewhere I have a photo of all three of us dressed in our bibs beside the Christmas tree! I still have mine–although they’re a tight fit!
John Busbee suggests leaving the sides unbuttoned! Hope you find that photo!
appreciated this post: My future husband met my parents (Manhattan, opera, University educators) in his good bib overalls – I nearly died. My mother said ‘those are the most hideous things I’ve ever seen’, and that set the tone for the rest of our marriage and their relationship (wink wink)
Oh my! Did he drive his “good pickup”???