Age definitely has something to do with it. I'm only 41, but it about age 30 when something clicked in my genetic code, and I went wool. I was already a traditionalist with my tastes in walnut rifle stocks, blued gun metal, leather holsters and carbon steel blades. Wool was just a missing piece of the puzzle I'd been overlooking---------or at least not fully embracing.
I grew up using mil-surp wool as that was the cheapest gear for my folks to outfit me with. My dad loved Filson and Pendleton wool, but as a kid I didn't understand it. I suppose some of that parent modeling could have rubbed off on me, but I think it mostly boiled down to my maturing into a smart adult. Visiting Les Newmans in Salem for the first time at about age 4 (I still remember all the white haired gentlemen who still worked there when I first visited) , and then for the next 30yrs thereafter definitely played a role. The creaky wood floors, and smell of leather and tin cloth is forever burned into my memory. It was the closest I've ever come to walking through a doorway and into past, and it was all I could do not to cry in public the last time I visited that wonderful store before it closed forever. And while the store lies empty, I do count myself fortunate to have a closet packed with Filson clothing purchased there. I can close my eyes, bury my nose in a tin cloth coat, and still picutre the entire store in every detail. As Alfred Loyd Tennyson wrote, "'tis better to have loved and loss, than never to have loved at all." The world is filled with women, but a store like Les Newmans is truly rare, and I'm thankful that I was given the chance to love that tall, narrow, half a block deep working museum for 25yrs of my life.
My dad tells me wonderful tales of his shopping at military surplus stores back in the late 40's and early 50's. Purchasing fleece and soft shell garments online is robbing this and future generations of a priceless experience.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed a quick peek into the window of what makes me tick. I can't imagine that I'm the only odd duck out there.......