Grandma's Hat Pins

© By Tom (

Grandma was a country lady,
Not much did she have.
Gone was the large farm,
Gone were the big ways.

Except when she dressed up,
And went to town.
Grandma had two dresses
And three hats she had.

Two dress hats, one for every day,
And one for special occasions.
A hat was a must for her,
But to keep the hat on, only two hat pins she had.

Two long hat pins,
Yes the old fashioned kind,
Did hold her hat on
That bun she always wore.

The first was one with a real pearl,
Grandpa had brought it to her
From the World's Fair,
Her one of three pieces of jewelry.

The other hat pin
Had an Onyx head,
A figurine of some kind,
I do not know what it was.

The other piece of jewelry was a brooch,
I do not remember the color,
But it was her pride and joy.
Her jewelry as it were.

A hat and two hat pins,
My Grandma always wore,
Proud as a peacock,
To hold her hat in place.



Sizzle And Hat Pins

© By Norma (

Charley and Lucy married. They married! Ten years ago Charley moved in, then they both moved out, then they both moved into a little frame on Vine Street. They kind of sort of intended to get married one day. Today they married! Oh, the wonder of it. Even after ten years of living together, they still felt that marriage should bring a new nest. Trouble was, they didn't have hardly any money.

There was this old peeling house with cupelos over on Avelon. And didn't "Avalon" sound more romantic than "Vine?" Charley said "Do you think we can?" Lucy said "Let's try it." So the two of them had a yard sale and put their little savings into a tiny down payment, and bought the run-down house on Avalon Street, No. Ten.

Saturdays and Sundays were spent cleaning and scraping and carrying off trash, with not a few kisses in between. Their new marriage had sparked their desire for each other. They were tired, muscle sore, and sleeping on sleeping bags on their old furniture, but it was that good tired, that sense of accomplishment.

One night they were eating a made for their way pile of Burgher King burgers and fries in front of a fire when they faced each other and said, "What in the world have we done?" The newness of poverty had worn off and they could see no way to make this old place liveable. Could it be they had teen-age judgment in 40-year old bodies?

They began to bicker, no billing and cooing left in them. One night Lucy said, "Charley, you're not sleeping in my bed tonight!"

After sleeping on the hard floor, Charley went into their kitchen, made a cup of coffee, and looked out the window at the stars. He had a tear in his eye, and decided to go up on the roof and think. When he pushed what he thought was the trap door, he found himself in an attic where mice had played, to be sure, but which contained an old trunk.

With flashlight in hand, Charley started pulling out its contents. There first was an obviously treasured old hat with pink roses on it. And even masculine Charley was touched by the reverence with which this hat was packed away. He gingerly unwrapped the 1900 newspapers surrounding it when he discovered why it was so revered. In the hat was a hat pin containing the largest diamond he had ever seen outside a museum. It sizzled in the moonlight.

Charley and Lucy now live in the most treasured home on Avalon Street, painted with many gables and cupelos, and furnished completely with Victorian Antiques. And each of their little children has its own room designed just like you would think a little girl with pink rosettes in her honey-colored curls would choose, and a little boy with dreams of far off places and astronauts would gather.



The Hat Pin
© By Swampetta (

Granny Mae sat next to her window in the kitchen. She had a wooden box in front of her and was busily sorting out all sorts of bits and pieces from it. Holding up a small gold earring with a tiny ruby in it, she watched the sun spark off it.

"Oh,,I remember this one! That was the first pair of real earrings I ever had. My Father bought them for my 16th birthday and I felt like such a rich lady!" She never did know what happened to the other one. She had taken it off to put on a different pair and that's when it went missing. She had given her earrings away to her grandaughters as each of them turned 16. They all said "Thank You" but she never saw them wearing them.

Going through all the loose pieces of metal that were from old necklaces and bracelets she couldn't help but wonder why she never just got them fixed? She smiled thinking that she must have at least thought about it but never did it. So many of them were heirlooms of a sort. There were six pieces of silver filigree that had diamond and emerald chips in them from a bracelet of her mother's. It was now blackened with tarnish but she remembered what it had looked like on her mother's wrist. Her mother would have been scandalized to see it now! Back then, she thought they were rich. She found out that they had never been anything but poor but her mother never let on to that. She had come from a wealthy family and they had not approved of her marriage. Her father had always been a working man but every now and then he would come up with some gift that made them feel rich.

Under a tangle of old ribbons and hair pins, something seemed to be stuck to the bottom of the box. Working the knots and bent wire out, she found a hat pin. It was silver in the shape of a heart with wings attached to it's sides. She couldn't place it at first because she didn't remember ever seeing her mother wear it. She rubbed her fingers over it to try to get some of the tarnish off. Gradually, it gave a shiny spot in the middle and she got up and took it over to the cupboard where she had some silver polish.

After a few moments, it laid in her palm and reflected the light as if it were brand new.

Suddenly she remembered! This had been her grandmothers. She had seen a picture of her grandparents once when she was very young. Her grandfather sitting in a carved wooden chair, looking like a walrus with the big mustache poking out from his face. Behind him, was her grandmother with a hand on his shoulder and wearing a lace trimmed dress with a hat that seemed to be made out of clouds and in the middle of those clouds,,,,rested this very pin! As she stared at it, she felt a tiny breeze blow through. She imagined her mother and her grandmother standing behind her and smiling because she had finally found that hat pin.

Several years later, she was buried with that hat pin, her grandaughter had pinned it to the dress she was laid out in. She had no idea that it was a hat pin but she remembered her grandmother had always had it with her, in her apron pocket along with a small gold earring with a tiny ruby in it. She guessed it must be something that the very old did. She had kept the earring, just in case she ever found the one that matched it. div align="center">



Hat Pin Hottie

© By RickMack (

While riding the bus, I found it,
There on the floor right by my boot.
A silver-leafed vine wound round it,
On top, some miniature fruit.

Six inches long, sharp as a spear,
Burnished metal that seemed antique.
Quite lethal, the thing did appear,
And my interest, it did pique.

What is it? I silently mused,
Not having seen its likes before.
For what do you suppose it’s used?
And who dropped it onto the floor?

I fingered it there, in my seat,
Enjoying the slight mystery,
The craftsmanship couldn’t be beat.
I wondered of its history.

Being a man, I had no clue -
A hat pin was foreign to me,
But I’d be surprised if I knew
Who found it useful, formerly.

It once held a fruitbowl in place,
Apples, bananas on display,
Loose grapes dangling in her face,
Dancing, south of the border way.

With split skirt, she’d shimmy and shake,
So at great legs, men might gander.
At rhumba, make no mistake,
The world knew Carmen Miranda.


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