When I was younger, we had an elderly lady who came to church. She was one of those rather prim looking ladies, always immaculately dressed with heels, gloves, and a hat to top off her outfit. She had some beautiful hats. It didn’t seem to bother her that often she was the only woman in the church wearing a hat.
I like to wear hats so I decided I should start wearing one every Sunday too to carry on the tradition. So for several years I joined the lady in the Sunday hat wearing tradition. Then the woman became a shut-in and I was left to carry on the tradition by myself. Occasionally on Easter or some special Sunday, someone else would wear a hat but I was the one you could count on to wear a hat to church on Sunday morning.
I’ve noticed in the last month or so, one of the young women has started wearing a hat to church. She’s probably in her early 20s. So the legacy will continue … from the original lady to me to this young woman. I feel good about that.