I rotate business shirts with a check in to garden use..the collar is helpful to protect from the sun.

Same here, and I'm a penny pincher like my mother. But she had scary personal qualities that I reject, and I can be a pushover at times to be her opposite. My mother used to bark "TIMID!, TIMID!!!" at me for being insufficiently assertive.

My father had this strange habit of opening the car door window at least a crack to ensure the cabin doesn't get poisoned by carbon monoxide or somesuch. Now I do the same, all the time, and can't stop it.

Edited to add 99% of the things I do and the way I live is different from my parents'. For example, I'm a native NY'er and flung myself to live in the way out west and embrace a different lifestyle, whereas my father never traveled west of Pennsylvania during his life.

No, I don't think that was the reason. I do that so that the car doesn't get too hot, on a hot day!

He opened the window in all weather, and it was definitely about poison gas concerns. Maybe someone told him to do this or he read something scary. Sometimes pointless scares stick with people.

Way back in the day a doctor told my mother it's dangerous to bathe or shower while sick, so she never let me get clean when I was sick.

Among the things that I have always made a point of not doing that my mother did, is rubbing Vicks on my or my wife or child's chest when they had a cold. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't, but I used to feel humiliated when I was the victim.

My mother,born in 1916, would not go to classical concerts. "Not for the likes of us," was her judgement. I go when I can. To things like this (not in Australia - but you can listen on the wireless device) https://www.bbc.co.uk/events/rzrbj5/by/date/2018

Thanks for a reminder of the days when a radio was called a wireless. As a kid in the Australian bush I used to listen to the live broadcasts of cricket test matches played in England as well as in Australia. I marvelled at the clarity of the sound. One could even hear the ball hitting the bat, for goodness sake! Many, many years later I read that the commentators used to tap a pencil on the desk they sat at, to make that authentic sound. Sigh...

I was never subjected to Vick's, however wallowing in my own filth while sick (as I mentioned above) was a problem. One time when she was gone I snuck into the shower, and.... !!!

When she came home I was asked why my hair looked so clean. I lied, telling her I used a powder shampoo and avoided the browbeating. Bad, bad me.