Every time I put on this jump suit, it reminds me of my brother-in-law Jim. He used to wear it in the winters when he worked for United Dairy in Martins Ferry, Ohio.
Jim passed away in 1985 from stroke-related complications. The suit is a little tight as he was shorter than me, so it is a bit of a struggle to get it over my shoulders before zipping. There is a detachable hood but I never use it. Still this blue suit with its red quilted lining always brings back a whisper of his quiet demeanor and clearly the gravelly sound of his laugh. I’ve worn it every winter for years, and it is valuable to me.