My jacket, my mountain

Humor me while I interrupt the thought-provoking stream of inspiration and genius that is normally featured here on an apple a day to talk about my jacket. It's important that you understand about my jacket.



Rewind your clocks to 1993. I am 9 years old and in the hall of my grandfather's house. I spy this unassuming jacket hanging on a peg. I've recently been forced to wear laura ashley for picture day and hated every moment of it. I dream of what it would be like to have such a normal jacket. A jacket with a wool plaid lining from a sporting goods store. A jacket that boys would think was cool.



Fast forward to 1995. I am 11 and in the same hallway. The jacket is on the same peg. It's been abandoned by my older cousin Andy. Its zipper is broken. Victory is mine.



I've worn this coat, off and on, for 14 years. Its lining makes me quiver. The drawstring confirms in my mind the existence of god. It's from the early 1980s. Me too.



The kicker is that it says Crotched Mountain 5 on the back. It causes sideways glances from people not intimate with the geography of southern New Hampshire, but that's fine with me. When I lay in bed in my favorite room at Elmwood, I can see Crotched Mountain. When my mom was my age, she lived on top of Crotched Mountain. As a baby, my dad carried me up Crotched Mountain. My aunt's ashes are scattered on Crotched Mountain. I love Crotched Mountain, and this jacket.

37 comments:

  1. My wife has a very similar coat, though down-filled and lined with red plaid. I think there is something about the protection from New England winters that forever endears these coats to us. Thanks for sharing

    Steve
    travelthelongwayround.blogspot.com

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  2. I no longer have any items of clothing to which I have a long emotional attachment. But a jacket like this just begs to be saved, even if it just hangs on a peg most of the time.

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  3. there ain't nothin quite like a real mountain coat...

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  4. Man o man goes to show what can be accomplished with a little patience

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  5. You're MY Crotched Mountain. (Well, you know what I mean.) Love you, Amy.

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  6. It's more than a jacket, it's memories too.

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  7. I'm so glad you're blogging on a regular basis again, regardless of the subject! :D

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  8. I love clothes that have a story.

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  9. I've always wanted a jacket with the edge of being a tomboy to it. But my mother was very insistent on it. The story behind this was wonderful.

    I just made my new blog and added you to my followings!

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  10. I meant insistent on not getting one, I hate mornings.

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  11. I love absolutely everything about your blog. I wish we could go flea-marketing together :)
    Happy Holidays to you !

    Also: my mother had a similar coat when I was very little...it brings me some special memories.

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  12. I have both of my sons' little wool plaid jackets from their childhood...they are in their 40's now.

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  13. I'm so sorry, but I must (for the first time) disagree with your fashion sensibilities and wonder--apart from sentimental reasons, of course--what on earth do you see in this jacket?! ;-)

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  14. I love Crotched Mountain. On one side is a ski resort and the other is a residential center for handicapped kids. Many happy hikes there... complete with picnics, picking blueberries, sunsets, sighs of contentment and rainbows.
    Laura Ashley would be VERY out of place on that beloved mountain.

    I'm glad you can claim your own style and not be a cookie cutter image of your adoring mother.

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  15. are the sideways looking people wondering a Mountain with a crotch? Maybe not everyone has a mind that instantely sinks low, but I would get a little giggle out of that, and I would love it for that reason.

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  16. Wicked cool jacket. Excellent post. I totally agree about jackets that boys would love. In the 80's I bought a fleece lined denim jacket because the boy I had loved forever had one. It was magic.

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  17. I hope you wear it when you come for dinner.

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  18. I had a similar coat which my mother found lying on the ground in a parking lot. Clever woman, brought it home and laundered it...good as new! I wore it winters for several years until I passed it on to my son when he got big enough! The flannel lining was sooooo soft! You're making me nostalgic for my old coat. :)

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  19. there ain't nothin quite like a real mountain coat...

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  20. Anything with a story is even better by your telling it! (:

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  21. i've lurked here a little and never posted, but i just have to say, that story is truly lovely. i have a jacket-tale a little like it (the zipper on mine is even broken, too!) and to this day mine makes me smile and feel illogically invincible every time i put it on.

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  22. this is awesome. I spotted you in the market with it on!

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  23. pretty sure that is the coolest jacket i have EVER seen. i love it!!

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  24. anything with a story is even better by your telling it! (:

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  25. Hey ..Very smart piece. I have seen similar with my friends as well. My friend generally used it in winter days . It is his favorite jacket out of all. Any ways ..Great work man !! Keep it up !!

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