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Family, Nostalgia

That ’70s Jacket

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Remember Frostline kits? My first down jacket was made from a Frostline kit. I loved that jacket. I was feeling nostaligic for it the other morning while walking Cammy. It was a nice sunny morning, cold but not bone-chilling. Perfect for my Frostline jacket.

Anyway, that’s me at 18 or 19 in the jacket … and Frye boots. What I wouldn’t give to have those boots back. My sister kept hers and her daughter has adopted them for her own. Putting them on and taking them off was torture, but what a look, hey?

Who would have imagined the ’70s would come back in style? At the time, the general consensus was that it was a real dog of a decade. In my experience, the worst thing about the ’70s was having to endure all the whining by people who came of age in the ’60s and hated hated hated the ’70s.

I don’t actually own a down jacket any more. If I could get a Frostline kit, I would make one. Sadly, they are no longer in business.

Family, Switzerland, Winter

Saint Sylvester Traditions

It’s the last day of the year — the feast day of St. Sylvester. I’ve just been reading up on St. Sylvester and have found that this day has traditionally been “a night of fools and a funny good time” in the German culture.

When I was a kid, whoever slept too late on this day was awakened by the clattering of pots, pans and other makeshift percussion instruments. The idea was to start far away from the sleeper and process around the house until eventually reaching his (or her) room. This was a tradition perpetuated by my dad.

Imagine our delight one year when he was the hapless sleeper. We gathered up our instruments, crept quietly to his bedroom door and started making a racket. My diary that year noted that he was mad, but I don’t have a strong memory of his being angry about it. Overall I remember the incident as having a note of hilarity about it.

Inevitably on New Year’s Eve I think of past years. One of my favorites was my first year in Switzerland. I was invited to stay for a week of skiing at a chalet in Zweisimmen belonging to one of my dad’s school friends. On New Year’s Eve we attended a huge “Reveillon” dinner at someone else’s chalet in nearby Lenk. All the long evening we feasted on smoked salmon, oysters, escargots and other luxurious dishes. At midnight we took our champagne out on the balcony and toasted the new year while watching a fireworks display on the hillside.

This year we are having a relatively quiet evening. We are joining friends for an early dinner to celebrate the birthday of one of Dave’s closest friends. We may well be back in our own living room by the time the clock strikes twelve. I can’t think of a sweeter place to be at the start of a brand new year.