It was worn by my great grandfather, my grandfather, me, my sister, my son, my sister's two children, and I think a couple aunts and uncles and maybe a few cousins.
(Speaking of, does anyone have a list of the people who've worn it?)
It's been well-preserved, but it's getting fragile. I figure it has one, maybe two, baptisms left in it before it starts to disintegrate.
I took the opportunity to snap these pictures before my nephew's christening this past weekend. I meant to take some before Micah wore it, but I forgot until the gown was already wrinkled and drooled on.
There's just something about heirlooms like these that fascinates me - things that, even a century later, are still being used for their original purpose. It's not often you get to see such a tangible piece of so many family members' past.
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