Back when I was a little girl and we’d visit my grandfather’s Hill Country ranch in the warmer months, I always liked to take a closer look at his well-worn straw hat. The smell of it, the way it felt scratchy in my hand… it was a curiosity, a symbol of a rugged, rural way of life that I gleaned might vanish.
Wonder how my Granddaddy Julian would feel seeing straw hats turn into bejeweled fashion items? Hmmm… I suspect he’d make a crack about “all hat and no cattle,” and leave it at that.
(Image copyright Pamela Price)