We have two versions, the floor length tunic and the work tunic that reaches down just past the pockets on your pants. Most of the time I’m wearing the shorter tunic with jeans. Life is pretty normal. The short tunic is identical to the long tunic (capuche and all), but no cincture.
The long tunic has a cincture. The tunic must be no more than two inches from the floor. You learn to kick as you walk and you simply lift the front when climbing steps. You learn to do this in a very discrete way so that it’s barely noticeable that your lifting it. You lift high enough to raise your foot. When you go down steps you just pull the back forward so as not to trip the person behind you and to avoid wear and tear on the fabric. We have only two, one long and one short. They have to last a long time.
To go to the bathroom in the long tunic it’s simple. Our tunic has a 6" zipper at the neck. You open it and take it off. It pulls off like a shirt. We don’t have layers as do other Franciscans, Carmelites and Dominicans. It’s simple tunic with a capuche sewn on to it.
The Tau is won under the capuche so that when you take off the tunic it remains on the habit. It all comes on and off in one swift movement.
The most difficult part is learning to drive with the long tunic, something that I rarely do, because I drive a stick. But you learn. I can’t explain the mechanics, because it’s not something that you think about. You just do it. Ahhhhhh, there is one thing. I put the cincrture in my pocket. For those who don’t know, the cincture is the chord. It is very dangerous if you are in an accident and it gets caught on something. You can’t get out of a car quickly enough. I always fold the sleeves up, whether in short or long tunic, because they are wide and can get stuck when shifting gears.
Obviously, there were no cars when the classic men’s habits were adopted. LOL
I’m glad that Franciscans do not wear cassocks. I would be in agony having to wear the stiff choker style collar. I can hardly tolerate when I have to wear a Roman collar shirt. I was the kid who never zipped my jacket or wrapped my scarf around my neck. I don’t think I could deal with the buttons on a cassock either. I imagine it must be like wearing a coat over your clothes.
But in the end, I guess you get used to almost anything.
Fraternally,
Br. JR, OSF
