Most would call them work boots, but Mama always called them brogans.
Her mama called them that, I suppose a throw-back from their Scottish ancestry.
Dad is 82 years old now, and as best Mama can guess these brogans are somewhere in the 30-40-year-old range. I don't ever remember him not having them, but then again a teenage girl doesn't pay that much attention to her dad's work shoes.
And he still wears them. Every. Single. Day.
They may be old, cracked, dirty, and very, very worn, but there's something very endearing...
...about my Daddy's brogans.