Saying Goodbye to 50 Year Old Sweatshirts

Nowadays it's hard to find anything as strong and warm as my old 100% cotton sweatshirts, which I've held onto for almost half a century. I got them from NCSY and YU Seminars.  Here's a picture of me wearing one to high School.

This is a seminar sweatshirt decorated with SSSJ Student Struggle for Soviet Jewry buttons. In all honesty I must admit that this picture, and the sweatshirt, is probably only forty-eight (maybe 47, but not younger than that) years old, not fifty.  But when something is so close to half a century old, you can round it off, even if you're a CPA's daughter.

My sweatshirts made their way to Israel with us in 1970, and for most of the years, they hibernated peacefully in my closet. A few years ago I began sleeping in them on cold winter nights.  And now they really look their age:

So I decided, in a fit of Passover cleaning, considering that the tears exposed my shoulders to the cold making them pretty useless, to retire them. I actually threw them out.  I'm very proud of myself.

My old flybaby buddies should be proud of me...