Pepe Le Pooch.......
In a half hearted attempt at international reconciliation, The Big Gold Dog tries on my old beret. I had a hard time convincing him to do this. He hates snails, bleu cheese and women who don't shave under their arms, but he was a good sport.
Actually, this beret brought distant memories flooding back. I received it in approximately 1953, a gift from my grandparents on one of their trips to Paris. Apparently as a young lad I loved it so much that I wore it all the time resulting in the nickname, "Frenchie" which was bestowed upon me by my grandfather, Norm. A name which stuck with him until his death in 1995. My brother was "Stuffer", the derivation of which is lost to history, but I can still hear Norm's voice on the phone from St. Louis......"OK good bye Frenchie, and tell Stuffer hell-o".
I don't really recall wearing it, and was unaware that it existed until several weeks ago, when my Mother was on one of her "I want to get rid of everything in the house" binges. I received it today, still looking brand new and surprisingly it has grown on me, having played so much a part in my childhood....or so they tell me. It doesn't fit my adult sized head, but gives the dog quite the continental look.
In a half hearted attempt at international reconciliation, The Big Gold Dog tries on my old beret. I had a hard time convincing him to do this. He hates snails, bleu cheese and women who don't shave under their arms, but he was a good sport.
Actually, this beret brought distant memories flooding back. I received it in approximately 1953, a gift from my grandparents on one of their trips to Paris. Apparently as a young lad I loved it so much that I wore it all the time resulting in the nickname, "Frenchie" which was bestowed upon me by my grandfather, Norm. A name which stuck with him until his death in 1995. My brother was "Stuffer", the derivation of which is lost to history, but I can still hear Norm's voice on the phone from St. Louis......"OK good bye Frenchie, and tell Stuffer hell-o".
I don't really recall wearing it, and was unaware that it existed until several weeks ago, when my Mother was on one of her "I want to get rid of everything in the house" binges. I received it today, still looking brand new and surprisingly it has grown on me, having played so much a part in my childhood....or so they tell me. It doesn't fit my adult sized head, but gives the dog quite the continental look.
