This is my husband:
He’s wearing his grandfather’s Stetson, which he inherited today as part of a treasure trove of Pendleton shirts and jackets, amazingly hand-tooled and buckled belts, and Grandpa’s distinctive gold ring. Inside, it’s monogrammed “A.B.E.” for Andrew Burgess Eastwood (“Abe” being Grandpa’s nickname from his railroading days).
It was handed off to Trent in it’s original box; inside, it had been carefully supported for decades with wads of rolled-up newspaper. Newspaper from 1954:
These effects have found a good home with Trenton; not only can he wear them all (amazingly, he and Grandpa are near carbon copy fits), but he will wear them. Heck, a good percentage of his wardrobe is already comprised of Grandpa hand-me-downs.
I love this man: Trenton. I loved his grandfather, too, of course. I’ll never forget the moment he cornered me at the Eastwood family reunion, just after Trent and I got engaged, and said in his old Texas drawl,
“You ready for this, girl? You gonna be good to Trenton?”
Forever and ever. xoxo, Abe.