Hats and Sun Glasses for any Occasion

Travels with Dad

—-This is a story of a complex relationship with my father, Al, who I came to love and understand after he was diagnosed with dementia.—-

2002 was the year for hats and sun glasses.  For some reason, Dad didn’t ever want to be without one or both.  Sometimes, he even wore 2 pairs of sun glasses, one on top of the other.

The pictures below show Al in many situations where it may have not been appropriate to wear a hat or sun glasses, but as my mother often said during Dad’s illness, “I pick my battles.  Who cares if he’s wearing a hat or sun glasses in places where it may not be socially acceptable…who cares?”  Once, he even came out of the bathroom wearing the decorative crocheted hat that hides the roll of toilet paper on the back of the toilet.  It was a wee bit small, but he got it to fit.  I wish I had a photo of that!

Family Photo
Back Row: L > R
Matthew, Mom, Vincent, Dad, Paul
Front Row: L > R
Mary, Me

This was taken at the gathering after Al’s mother’s funeral. Grandma’s 3 sons and 5 Grandsons. We called Dad Fr. Guido Sarducci when he wore the fadora hat.

At the Thanksgiving dinner table.

Eating dessert. See the hat behind him?

Eating lunch.

Shopping with Mom and Grandma.

He even wore hats to bed. We were staying in a hotel on the way to Virginia, bringing this pretty dog to his new home. The dog growled at him!

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One Response to Hats and Sun Glasses for any Occasion

  1. Raining Iguanas says:

    I am fascinated by the hat and glasses.

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