How times have changed

“Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet, and of the girl I’m taking to the Easter Parade.”
When I was little, this line from the Irving Berlin song “Easter Parade” threw me. I always thought the guy was singing “I could RIDE a sonnet,” so I figured a sonnet was some kind of motor scooter. And I’d picture the guy riding this scooter all around the brim of his sweetheart’s big hat.
Ok, I was kinda dorky.
But so were some of the Easter bonnets I’d see at Easter Mass, now that I think of it. The Kentucky Derby had nothing on the 10 a.m. Mass at St. John the Evangelist in the 1950s.
I vividly recall the buzz at my grandmother’s house as Easter approached. All she and my mom and my aunts talked about were the hats they had just bought or were about the buy. I clearly remember the fuss over a style called the “pillbox,” made popular by then-First Lady Jackie Kennedy.
Today it’s hard to imagine women’s hats being such a big deal. And it’s almost inconceivable that located on Main Street, Pittston, in those days was Field’s Hat Shop, a store devoted exclusively to women’s hats.
It was right next to Pittston Corset.
Yes, times have changed.

Ed Ackerman