My mother like many of the woman at the Beth Israel Synagogue Center in Derby Connecticut my mother had a mink coat. Full length. Dark brown. Some women had stoles. She wore it on special occasions, initials embroidered on the inside. The mink coat lived
When my dad bought my mom her first (of several) fur garments--a mink stole--she wrapped herself in it and proclaimed "My cup runneth over." So sweet. She was appreciative.
I was just thinking about my mother's fur stole before I opened this email. Strange. People think of women in the sixties as braless hippies but several years were more an extension of the fifties. My mother was a liberal political animal, but at that time, if she went out at night, she smelled like powder and perfume, wore patent leather pumps and a fur stole.
Maybe my grandfather made that coat. He was a "fine needlehand" (and a proud union man) at furriers Zimmerman and Scher.
Mink stoles were the down vests of their generation...
When my dad bought my mom her first (of several) fur garments--a mink stole--she wrapped herself in it and proclaimed "My cup runneth over." So sweet. She was appreciative.
Something very romantic about mink stoles xxx
I was just thinking about my mother's fur stole before I opened this email. Strange. People think of women in the sixties as braless hippies but several years were more an extension of the fifties. My mother was a liberal political animal, but at that time, if she went out at night, she smelled like powder and perfume, wore patent leather pumps and a fur stole.
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All-faith fur coat, bringing warmth to many.