It is well known that mature feelings can be experienced at a very early age, especially when lying on ones back. At the age of about five years, lying in bed at night, I first became aware of this pleasant sensation. This was during WW2 when I was often wearing a gas mask, and an association between the smell and feel of rubber and these feelings was made.
After the war, all gas masks, for some obscure reason, were collected by the authorities. Since by this time I had started to enjoy my gas mask, my world seemed to come to an end. About one year later my older sister acquired a green hooded cape. This meant nothing to me until one day the cape hanging on a peg revealed its lining. The smooth appearance caused me to feel it - and whilst doing this I noticed it had the smell I thought I would never smell again - the smell of my gas mask!
To say this was a pleasant surprise would be the under- statement of all time! However, I could not have imagined at that time that ladies rubberised rainwear would become the greatest single pleasure over the next sixty years.
And I still love and enjoy them…
LK
My sister's rubberised cape 'disappeared'. It was later
replaced with a light-blue double-breasted hooded and belted rubberised, I think
sailcloth, raincoat. Unfortunately, as Ihad been 'caught' showing an interest
in this mack it also 'disappeared'. From then, no more rubberised ladies raincoats
were owned by my sister or my mother (my mother never owned one) again. I thought
Ii would never enjoy a ladies rubberised raincoat again.
However, in the 1950's, ladies rubberised raincoats really took-off. Every female from age 5 to 95 owned at least one - except my mother and sister! Fortunately,to put it mildly, an aunty, and friends of my sister, visited,with their macks. Needless to say if they went out with my mother and/or sister leaving their macks it was not long before I was enjoying their macks in my bedroom.
It is unlikely any of the owners of the macks I have 'known intimately' are reading this, but if they are, then perhaps their macs meant more to them than merely protection from the rain.
However, I will probably never know! - unless they respond to this! Without identifying them I will give their names which could be the names of many people, they are Barbara and Catherine. Hearing from them via Lorraine, without revealing their whereabouts, would 'make my day!'
LK
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