I threw away one of my favourite cowboy shirts today. I had kept it even though it was worn at the collar and torn on the sleeves. It still had character. Not like today’s fashionable-for-one-year-only shirts. This shirt had been fashionable since the Alamo. Quite probably Davy Crockett wore the exact same shirt.
It was a shirt full of childhood; of Coliseum cinema Saturday matinees; of hop along Cassidy; the Cisco Kid; Roy Rogers; Tonto and Kimasabee.
No wonder I like Texas so much. I bought the shirt in Pampa in the Texas Panhandle at Wayne’s Western World 20 years ago. Far too tough and confrontational to wear for business meetings in England, I wore it mainly in the garden at home. It certainly kept away the Indians! I have not seen an Apache in the garden for decades 🙂
Not just a shirt, but a host of happy memories. That’s why we all acquire so much clutter around us, and it’s so difficult to throw away.
Thank goodness I still have one of Wayne’s cowboy shirts left to enjoy more adventures.