Here’s a picture of a Norwegian jumper my dad bought for skiing in 1950-something.
Back in the 80’s, I whimsically added it to my ‘young fogey’ student wardrobe.
Now I’m getting closer towards becoming a genuine fogey, and into gardening, would you believe. So the jumper has recently been ‘retired’ into my ‘weekend-on-the-allotment’ collection.
Over time it’s become a favourite, if rather ragged, possession that I just can’t seem to part with.
My ever-dapper dad is now ’somewhere’ over 70…. but his spirit is as young as ever.
Dig you, dad!
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I can’t believe you are talking about our father’s old hand me downs!!
But I think it was the 60’s, not 50’s…
I remember him wearing this old jumper (was new and still smelled of herrings) in the freezing snow on a golf course in Communist Czeckoslovakia in 1966!! (It was the only golf course there at that time, and the club house was a garden shed with a handmower!)
Thanks Jon, for the evocative details…
I am glad that I am a lot younger than you and the smell of herrings dig not trouble me in my pram!
Were you caddying? You must have been about 6!
Or were you left to play with the lawnmower… and the bottles of vodka?
Jud,
wondered where that jumper got to. You did not mention that this jumper also climbed some pretty tough rocks in the lake distict, where elder brother learned to beat his fear of heights. That is where the holes came from – clinging too close to the rock!!!, but the jumper got back to its mountain routes / purpose.
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