An automatic timer was nice, but it was the three season rugged reliability of his Levi’s Type One that stood up to the long hours with him.
He had picked it up in 1954 after coming home from military service and back to civilian life. Just like him, when it was time to hang up the jacket and enjoy the hours left in the evening, it had become better for the experience. He didn’t throw it away when his wife bought him a new jacket; it had earned its retirement.
He cleaned it, put it in the closet, and went upstairs to tuck his kids into bed.
As the clothing came out one by one, so did the stories. When Grandpa’s old Type One was pulled out, and Emma listened to her Grandpa recount parts of his life, the memories of what work had been like for him, Emma put it on to take that story home with her to Milwaukee, proud of the family he helped build that she is a part of.
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