Re: Pakamacs
Posted: April 19th, 2024, 1:00 pm
Plastic Pakamacs hold a very special memory for me and its not a sexual one.
It's a memory of going to Blackpool in the early 1960's with my mum and dad. To say the weather was not perfect would be an understatement, we had strong winds and heavy rain.
The wind was so strong, it whipped up the sand on the beach, and blew it along the promenade. You had to shield your face to prevent it going in your eyes. A couple of shops had the initiative to sell some cheap goggles that were apparently army issue.
When the rain came, it came down like 'stair-rods' and at times, went horizontal. My mum was suitable attired in her mack, but dad and I had nothing. Thankfully there was a Woolworths on the promenade and we went in and purchased two Pakamacs. Coming out of 'Woolys' dressed in our new purchases, we set off down the prom. My dad wore a flat cap and his Packamac and me I wore my school cap and my very own Packamac.
Like most kids, I adored my dad, but to be dressed in a Pakamac, just like he was, was the 'bestest'. I felt 'grown-up' walking by his side, protected from the wind and rain.
It's a memory that has never left me and always comes to mind when I see the word 'Pakamac' or see a vintage photo of one.
The sexual side of life where I would derived pleasure from such plastic, pvc and rubber garments and clothes came later.
But that 'one moment' on the 'time-line' of my early life, is one of my happiest memories......created by an object that was part of the British way of life and one that has stimulated and excited so many others and still does.
Klepperguy
It's a memory of going to Blackpool in the early 1960's with my mum and dad. To say the weather was not perfect would be an understatement, we had strong winds and heavy rain.
The wind was so strong, it whipped up the sand on the beach, and blew it along the promenade. You had to shield your face to prevent it going in your eyes. A couple of shops had the initiative to sell some cheap goggles that were apparently army issue.
When the rain came, it came down like 'stair-rods' and at times, went horizontal. My mum was suitable attired in her mack, but dad and I had nothing. Thankfully there was a Woolworths on the promenade and we went in and purchased two Pakamacs. Coming out of 'Woolys' dressed in our new purchases, we set off down the prom. My dad wore a flat cap and his Packamac and me I wore my school cap and my very own Packamac.
Like most kids, I adored my dad, but to be dressed in a Pakamac, just like he was, was the 'bestest'. I felt 'grown-up' walking by his side, protected from the wind and rain.
It's a memory that has never left me and always comes to mind when I see the word 'Pakamac' or see a vintage photo of one.
The sexual side of life where I would derived pleasure from such plastic, pvc and rubber garments and clothes came later.
But that 'one moment' on the 'time-line' of my early life, is one of my happiest memories......created by an object that was part of the British way of life and one that has stimulated and excited so many others and still does.
Klepperguy