I’ve been thinking a lot about my family lately. It might be because I haven’t seen them in several years, the holiday season arriving, or just because I have fond memories. I was thinking about my favorite Uncle Bud. He was an imposing figure, taller than most, and he towered over my aunt. He only finished school through the third grade, but he was generous and always was in a good mood.
Uncle Bud owned an auto repair shop, and every time I ever saw him, he was wearing his Dickies pants and shirt. He always seemed to be most comfortable in his work clothes; and even when he and my aunt would come over for Sunday Dinner, he would still have on a crisp clean navy blue shirt and pants, with white athletic socks, and black work shoes. I still remember how funny his white socks looked when the rest of his clothes were so dark.
Once, I asked him why he always wore his work clothes when he wasn’t working. He told me, very matter of fact, that his ‘Dickies’ were always comfortable, he always had clean ones in the closet, and then he didn’t have to make a decision about what to wear. On those special occasions where he might have to wear a ‘monkey suit,’ Mother (his pet name for my Aunt) would pick out his clothes.
My uncle has worn his beloved Dickies for more than 60 years; this was possible in part because the Dickies brand has been around since 1922. He has since retired, and his wife passed away a few years ago; but he still gets up every day and puts on the same Dickies work clothes, just as he always has.