Every once in a while, we receive an email that just needs to be seen by more eyes than our own. Here is one such such email received this month from Michael T. Crawford. Michael has given us permission to reprint it. Here it is, unedited:
Hey gang I wanted to share something with you, on September 12th 2008 at about midnight Hurricane Ike touched ground about 70 miles south of my home and by 3am my neighborhood looked like a war zone. It was the most freighting thing I had ever seen, trees toppling and power lines exploding debris was everywhere and a friend of mine could not get home from Chicago and text me and ask if I would check on his wife and children, when I was leaving the house my wife handed me one of the fedora hats I bought from you guys, I was a little worried about it, it was raining so hard I was sure the hat would be a rag when I got back if it even made it. When I got to the home of my friend only about a mile and a half away (what an adventure that was) they had a generator but did not know how to start it and it was still sitting in the garage, well I drug it to the back yard hooked up chords started it and got them up and running, in the process of all this again the wind is blowing hard enough to knock down big big trees, rip up roof tops and raining so hard it hurt, I was wet through multiple layers of clothing and my hat was soaked but still held it's form and kept my head dry, when I was getting back in my truck to leave it blew off my head and I watched it sail away and was briefly saddened about the loss when it made a turn up in the air about fifty feet away and made a bee line straight for me and I tried to catch it but it smacked me in the face real hard and I just reached for it and smashed it against my chest, when I got in the car I shook it a couple times and put it on my head and returned home, my wife towel dried it put it up and today the hat feathers and all sit with my other hats that I also bought from you and you would not know which hat was in the storm, I never mentioned the color. I have felt grateful a few times since for it's service to me that day, had it blown away it would have still served me well and probably lived to serve another. Thanks for the quality you offer, thanks for being the Village Hat Shop.
Michael T. Crawford
Spring, Texas
Hey gang I wanted to share something with you, on September 12th 2008 at about midnight Hurricane Ike touched ground about 70 miles south of my home and by 3am my neighborhood looked like a war zone. It was the most freighting thing I had ever seen, trees toppling and power lines exploding debris was everywhere and a friend of mine could not get home from Chicago and text me and ask if I would check on his wife and children, when I was leaving the house my wife handed me one of the fedora hats I bought from you guys, I was a little worried about it, it was raining so hard I was sure the hat would be a rag when I got back if it even made it. When I got to the home of my friend only about a mile and a half away (what an adventure that was) they had a generator but did not know how to start it and it was still sitting in the garage, well I drug it to the back yard hooked up chords started it and got them up and running, in the process of all this again the wind is blowing hard enough to knock down big big trees, rip up roof tops and raining so hard it hurt, I was wet through multiple layers of clothing and my hat was soaked but still held it's form and kept my head dry, when I was getting back in my truck to leave it blew off my head and I watched it sail away and was briefly saddened about the loss when it made a turn up in the air about fifty feet away and made a bee line straight for me and I tried to catch it but it smacked me in the face real hard and I just reached for it and smashed it against my chest, when I got in the car I shook it a couple times and put it on my head and returned home, my wife towel dried it put it up and today the hat feathers and all sit with my other hats that I also bought from you and you would not know which hat was in the storm, I never mentioned the color. I have felt grateful a few times since for it's service to me that day, had it blown away it would have still served me well and probably lived to serve another. Thanks for the quality you offer, thanks for being the Village Hat Shop.
Michael T. Crawford
Spring, Texas
This is a lovely and touching story about one man and his hat. Some might say they were meant to be together.
Posted by: Chloe Treasure | October 26, 2008 at 02:50 PM