What's with the plaid?

Sunday is Father's Day so I have been going back through old photo albums looking for pictures of my dad to share on Facebook.  This one of him with a pickle sticking out of his mouth like a tongue is a family favorite.  My dad had a rye sense of humor that I have inherited from him.  One thing I am glad I did not inherit was his love of plaid.  What's up with that?

The plaid made me think about Scottish kilts so I did a little research.  In the mid-19th century Scottish clans or families created a specific plaid or, as they call them, tartan design to identify their family.  Queen Elizabeth’s tartan is Royal Stewart made primarily of red with blue, yellow and black stripes.  Another popular one is Black Watch which is green with black and blue stripes.  New York City also has its own tartan.

We haven't been able to trace the Odum family name back very far so, who knows, maybe it's Scottish?  I do know that Daddy loved the plaid, I mean, tartan.  When he passed away, we saved his plaid shirts and jeans to cut up and make into a quilt and pillows.  There were plenty of them to choose from.  Each one reminded me of him.

When we are part of a family, we want to dress like the family.  The apostle Paul told us our faith in Jesus makes us sons of God and we are to clothe ourselves with Christ.  I may not have my earthly father's passion for plaid but I want to be clothed in Christ like he was.  Now, that I can do!

Thanks, Daddy, for the memories and the example.  You looked good in plaid.