The Philadelphia Pants Company was a real and true business in Philadelphia for much of the twentieth century. It moved around the city a few times. People came and worked at the shop and some stayed their entire working lives, like the lady who came to work the day my father was born in 1930. I spent the Saturday mornings of my childhood there and worked there when I was in my twenties. All kinds of family members worked there. Aunts, uncles, and cousins. It helped put some of us through school.
When I started this blog about ten years ago, I intended to document as much as I could about the business and the people there, but…I made just three posts in that time which I’ve unpublished for the time being. I don’t know what the blog is going to be from here on out – maybe just a bunch more nothing. All I know is that until I disappear from the face of the earth as we are all destined to do, I’ll renew the domain because…. Why? I feel a a sense of responsibility born from the words spoken to me by my grandfather, the founder. “One day this will be yours if you want it.”
Philadelphia Pants 