it's that time of year

Well, here we are at Memorial Day weekend,  There's no Indy 500 this year, and picnics and other gatherings are limited to small groups, supposedly.  However some traditions remain the same, or maybe they don't.  Once upon a time we didn't wear white until after memorial day.  We (talking about women and girls here) wore hats, straw in summer, and gloves, sheer in summer, to church every Sunday,  As I say, it was all long ago, but, I must admit I still feel funny about wearing my white jeans until Memorial Day, although I've had no problem giving up hats and dressy little gloves for church,  I don;t really miss dressing up but I do, sometimes, miss shopping for hats.  Every spring my mother and I would drive from our small town home to the big city of Fort Wayne and we would shop for Easter hats, downtown of course.  There were lots to choose from and, usually, lots of laughs as we tried them on.  Every year had a particular color that was in fashion.  I did enjoy wearing hats but now the fashion is masks - not nearly so much fun.