Vintage Dobbs Hat Ads. . .

Keeping up with our vintage hat advertisement theme, here are a bunch from the 1940s-1950s, showing various models made and sold by Dobbs. Enjoy!

I hope everyone is otherwise holding up reasonably well during all of this Covid-19 worry. I certainly grasp why we are to remain at home for the time being -- It's a communicable illness, folks! -- and those who would suggest otherwise are being incredibly foolish. However, I'm really starting to miss the normal Monday through Thursday or Friday routine.

You know. Rising early (Yes, really.), dressing after a shower and shave, and then heading to the car for the usual brief jaunt to campus, invariably followed by a coffee and a few hours at work in the main library's cafe before classes and afternoon meetings fill the rest of the day. Well, I can do without the meetings, but you hopefully understand what I mean.

Certainly, we all wish we had more days off, more summer vacation time, and longer weekends. But too much time at home isn't good either. On the domestic front, it's nice to be able to get away from each other, something that has become harder to achieve the last six weeks or so. "Let us miss you!" as my English great grandmother -- Maggie Smith could play her were the story ever to make it to television or the big screen -- reportedly said now and then to my late maternal grandmother when she was about six or seven just under a century ago.

While there might be people who gasp and think such a sentiment is awful, it is indeed trying to feel joined at the hip 24/7, or that every time you turn around, you trip over each other. A bit of absence makes the heart grow fonder as the platitude goes.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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