I was tidying the closet and was pulling out some of my warmer items in anticipation of cooler temperatures. In so doing, I came across a favorite coat. I acquired this, my favorite sweater in 1978. I had just moved to America from Germany and couldn’t afford a place to live. I managed to find a spare room to rent on Merritt Island, lodging with a woman who was also economically challenged and single. It was a perfect fit. She was a wonderful soul, once a great beauty from California who had bit parts in the movies during the 50’s. Her closet was crammed with shoes, gowns and a host of other glamorous accessories from her salad days. Unfortunately, her evenings after work consisted of climbing into her “CraftMatic” adjustable bed with a meal of Fritos and Wink. Nancy was a compassionate woman who taught me independence, gave me driving lessons, and the schooled me in the finer points of backgammon.
Every now and then she and I would foray into her closet and I would play dress up. I was 19 and the wardrobe was a vast array of size 6 dresses. These moments were accompanied by fascinating stories of her past.Nancy passed away several years ago. Her coat was a gift to me when I moved out. It holds many memories and has traveled with me and kept me warm for almost 30 years. I marvel at the knitter who made it. It is knitted of worsted weight mohair, a simple design with raglan sleeves and a self facing collar. The coat is a classic and of such fine quality that it will remain timeless for many years.