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Shoes

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)




Our topic for writing is shoes: designer shoes, dress shoes, work shoes, sneakers, and casual shoes. Ballet slippers, snowshoes, sandals. Dancing shoes?

We've heard the expression, "If these walls could talk," but how about this one? "If these shoes could talk."

How many miles have you walked in your lifetime? What kind of shoes have you worn? Shoe styles change yearly and some shoes...shoes with designer lables and imported shoes...usually cost hundreds of dollars.

My mother was on her feet a lot and wore shoes for comfort rather than style. My dad wore work shoes except for Sundays when he wore dress shoes.

How about this topic of shoes? Do you have any shoe stories you'd like to tell us? Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.








 


Red Shoes

By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)




One pair of red shoes.
When I was sixteen, I fell in love,
With this pair of red snake-skin high heels.


I saved up that little bit of money i earned.
About the third time I wore them I got caught..
In a huge rain storm.


The shoes just fell to pieces.
My step father laughed and laughed about those shoes.
I always owned a pair of red shoes but no more snake-skin.


I keep them put up and seldom wear them
But they remind me of the first pair of red shoes
And I smile and remember











 


Shoes

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)




New white Keds and ballerina flats meant summer had arrived.
How you took care of them would foretell how they survived.



Washing your “tennies” in a pail of sudsy water with a toothbrush was one way.
This included the shoe laces as well, so new looking they would stay.



Of course, they were set out in the hot sun to bleach and dry,
But they always looked a little dingy no matter how hard you would try.



White shoe polish was then applied with an applicator pad.
They then were like new which made you glad.



The ballerina flats were polished to perfection.
You held them up for a final inspection.



They were ready to go to town on many summer eves,
While you were wearing your full cotton skirt and blouse without sleeves.



A turned-up collar was always real cool,
And you with your poodle skirt were ready for school.



Physical Education class with Keds and bobby socks were the rule;
While down in the gym, the record player played “Don’t Be Cruel”.



Those crazy, hazy fifty something summer days are gone,
But the shoes we wore live on.











 


Shoes

By Doris (Toto38@aol.com)





Coming from a family of 8, five girls and three boys, there was little money for frivolous things, our shoes were practical. One pair for Sunday church, and one for school. Shoes were passed down as needed. I remember putting folded up cardboard in the bottom of my shoes in place of soles that were worn out from being passed down from more than one sibling. One pair of shoes stands out in my mind. Not from a sibling - but from my mom.

I went to Parochial High School for my freshman and sophomore years. There was a spring dance in my sophomore year. Mom didn't have any spare money to get me a pair of dress shoes, and my Sunday church shoes weren't fancy enough. She had made my beautiful red taffeta dress, but we forgot about shoes! Almost like Cinderella, I tried on all the dress shoes my three older sisters had, but none fit me. Mom said there was but one thing left to try - her black suede Sunday shoes. I don't know about anyone else, but the thought of wearing my mother's shoes to a sophomore spring dance just turned me off. They were nice shoes, but not anything a 15 yr. old would wear.

The night of the dance came and there I was, waiting for my beau, Billy. The red taffeta dress stood out beautifully over my sister's crinoline slip. I wore my mom's "nylons" and her black suede shoes with cotton rolled up in the toes so they'd fit. When a girl wants to do something bad enough...she'll do whatever it takes! We had an hour ride to get to the school and the cotton was making my feet sweat in the shoes. The gymnasium was decorated in an ice-cream parlor theme and the music was playing from a jukebox on stage. We danced and danced and my feet began to hurt. I finally had to remove my mother's shoes and there, stuck to my toes, were two balled up pieces of (by this time) grey white cotton! A few of the girls saw it and began making fun. My feelings were hurt. I picked up the shoes and walked barefoot to the gymnasium door, with Billy in tow. There wasn't another bus going back to Brooklyn for an hour so we went down to the beach and, after I took off my mom's "nylons" and put them inside the shoes, we walked along the beach in the spring moonlight.

I'll never forget that night. Billy was such a gentleman, and a nice guy, too. : ) Mom's shoes and "nylons" made it home with me, none the worse for wear : ) I don't remember what happened to my red dress but I do remember that mom had those black suede shoes for a long time, and the story was one often told at "family memory time."










 


Shoes

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)



HIGH HEELED SHOES I WORE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER
BUT I DON'T WEAR THEM ANY LONGER
PATENT LEATHER ONES..BLACK AND WHITE
FOR NIGHT CLUBBING INTO THE NIGHT


NOW MY SHOES ARE SENSIBLE
I FIND THAT REPREHENSIBLE
SNEAKERS AND FLATS ARE THE NORM
TO KEEP THE FEET IN COMFORTABLE FORM


TODAY YOUNG GIRLS WEAR 4 INCH HEELS
I WONDER HOW THAT REALLY FEELS
WILL IT HARM THEM IN LATER YEARS
THROWING OUT THEIR BACKS, I FEAR


BUT, ISN'T IT FUN TO SEE THEM WALK
WITH NARY A STUMBLE OR A BALK
THE ANKLE STRAPPED SHOES JOAN CRAWFORD WORE
NO ONE SEEMS TO WEAR THEM ANYMORE


I ONLY GOT AS HIGH AS 2 INCH HEELS
I KNOW HOW THAT FEELS
THE SHOE SALESMAN SEES NOW A SENIOR FOOT
SELLS ME A SENIOR SHOE AND A SENIOR BOOT.


MEMORIES OF SHOES LONG AGO WORN
ARE MAKING THIS SENIOR FORLORN!











 


Shoes

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)



SHOES FOR FEET
IS A PROBLEM I TRY TO BEAT
I HAVE WIDE FEET
THAT SMELL SO SWEET


NOW I CANNOT WEAR HIGH HEELS
I HAVE A BAD BACK,IT WOULD HURT I FEEL
SO I WEAR TENNIES OR FLATS
AND THAT IS THAT











 


Shoes

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)



Shoes for comfort,
Shoes for looks,
Shoes for style,
Shoes to cover the feet.


Booties, then baby shoes,
Sneakers to help one run fast,
Shoes to work and then
Comfortable ones for an old man.


So many varieties, so many colors too,
All aiming to protect the feet.
To allow us to walk here and there,
But oh my they must look chic.


As a boy, only had one pair,
Got them when school began.
Went barefoot all the time,
After I got older, had a Sunday school pair.


So, shucks I do say,
As I just go barefoot.











 


Shoes

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)



shoes, shoes, I am plagued by shoes
in clear boxes on shelves, in blacks and blues,
red, pink, brown, white and other hues
where did they come from, all these shoes?


with every outfit they must match
every hat and purse's color batch
there's rhinestone clips for me to attach
i'm afraid i'll end up in the booby hatch


so many to pick from, which ones to wear?
the ones that buckle with a snazzy flair?
ones that tie or are strappy bare?
time's running out, i've got to choose a pair


will it be flats or with a spiky high heel?
i've got to quit looking for the greatest shoe deal
I wish that the shoe sales would lose their appeal
"Oh look at that pair, $90.00? A steal!!!"











 


Shoes

By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)



Shoes - a topic made for fun -
Shoes are worn by everyone.
Some are narrow, some are wide,
Some are very soft inside.


Some are purple, some are green,
Some are colors seldom seen,
Yet no matter what the color,
Some are brighter, some are duller.


Some are made for heavy wear,
Some are merely light as air -
Some are broad in front, some pointed,
Causing toes to be disjointed.


But no matter what the style
I am pretty sure that I'll
keep on wearing shoes. (They're neat -
And I like them on my feet!)











 


Worn Out Shoes

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)



At school one day
was a poor little girl of ten
from the back side of town
who lived in a one room shack
with a mother and brother ~
poor was she with no Daddy to be
wore dresses and shoes of old
broken straps - in need of repair
toes sticking out the sides
never knowing she was poor
till others made her aware
.... girls from very nice homes
with dresses of silk and
shoes and socks to match ~


One early morn these girls
began to point and laugh
at the little girl's shoes,
saying......
'looks like you need a new pair of shoes'
the little girl blushed and glanced
at her ragged shoes with no socks
and thought......
'how could they make fun of me, for I have no better'
as she grieved in pitiful silence ~


Her Mother took her to town
bought shoes of old
..... old lady shoes, they be
fifty cents they cost
square toes with two inch heels
and laced up tops
ashamed was she of these
but in her heart she knew
it was all her Mother could spend ~


How do I know this?
'cause that little girl was...... me











 


Shoes

By Marty (mjford19@aol.com)



I love the little shoes, that’s low to the ground
A round toe I favor, cause of a shortened big toe
Mostly my feet are bare in view
But thongs in many colors, I wear if I have too
I hate dirty tennis shoes, plus the smell is gross
My son at a younger age, had a terrible shoe odor!
His tenny shoes were always left on the back porch
It's hard to believe, when he was small
That I kiss these sweet-smelling pink toes
I love the little babydoll shoes
No high heels or clogs, are in my room
I just like to be bare-footed, fresh and clean
Footies are my comfort, soft and flat!











 


Barefoot Becca

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)



She was blonde and had long straight hair, which she wore pulled back and tied with a narrow blue ribbon. She wasn't pretty, her legs were long and thin, but her eyes were blue like a robin's egg.

Becca was sixteen years old and except for wintertime when she wore a pair of old boots, she never wore shoes. Her parents were dead and she was totally on her own. She lived in the one-room cabin they had left and she survived by gathering ginsing and morrels from the mountains, taking them to the little store in the valley where she bartered for things she couldn't grow.

Everyone liked blue-eyed Becca and she liked them, but Becca trusted no one. Several boys in the valley had taken a liking to Becca, but she shrugged off their attentions.

One day while Becca was bartering with the storekeeper, a stranger came in. He sauntered around, looking over the merchandise while Becca was finishing up with the storekeeper, then when he saw she was done, he approached the counter and introduced himself.

"I'm Wes Withers," he said, offering his hand to the storekeeper. He turned to Becca and she lowered her eyes. He quickly took in her hair, her ragged jeans, and her dirty barefeet.

She blushed, gathered her parcels and turned to leave.

"Pardon me, Miss," he said, and she glanced up. "I assume you're from these parts."

She dipped her chin.

"I'm wondering if you or the storekeeper here might tell me if this is where I can find morrels? A friend of mine said he bought some the other day and this looks like the place."

Becca's heart gave a lurch. If he found the morrels she wouldn't have anything to barter with.

With a deadpan face, the storekeeper said, "I sell them, yes."

"Who brings them in?" the stranger asked. "I'd like to talk to the people who grow them."

"Nobody grows them," the storekeeper snapped. "They're wild."

"Well, I'm prepared to pay someone to take me where they grow."

Becca headed for the door.

"The money would be enough to buy several pairs of shoes," he threw at her.

Becca kept walking and didn't glance back.

"And enough for a bus ticket out of here," he continued.

Outside, Becca paused and looked out at the mountain, her home. Swap that for shoes and another place? She smiled, tossed her head, and descended the steps, headed for home.










 


Shoes

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)



MY YOUNGER DAYS, I LOVED TO WEAR HIGH HEELS.
ALL COLORS TO WEAR WITH DIFFERENT OUTFITS.
WENT DANCING A LOT TO SHOW OFF MY SHOES.
MY FAVORITE WAS THREE INCH HEEL BLACK PATENTS.
WHERE EVER I WENT I ALWAYS WORE HIGH HEELS.
I STILL HAVE ALL SHOES IN CLOSET IN THEIR BOXES.
THERE WERE MANY DAYS I TAKE A LOOK AT THEM.
EACH PAIR BRINGS BACK NICE MEMORIES OF PAST.
NOWDAYS I BUY FAT TWO INCH HEELS AND NOT LIKE.
I DONT LIKE TO WEAR FLATS AND DID NOT BUY ANY.
I LIKE TENNIS SHOES OR BLACK SUEDE LOW HEELS.
ALSO LIKE SANDALS AND LEATHER CASUAL PUMPS.
MOST TIMES IN HOME OR BEACH I GO BAREFOOTED.
SEEMS STRANGE HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED, I'D SAY.











 


Let's Talk About Shoes

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)



First there are booties
for so~tiny feet;
pink ones 'n blue ones
crocheted just so neat.


Old~fashioned ~ hand~made,
by aunties and grands;
for that dimpled darlin'
who better understands?


First walkers for toddlers,
who squeal with such glee;
as they walk a few steps
then tip over ~ WHOOPPPEEEE!


Just a few years then,
'twill be sneakers they don;
not always for track~meets
do they put them on.


Girls in their teens
love to wear what's in style;
ballet slippers 'n thongs
french heels to beguile.


Some love those clogs,
others wear stillettos;
by the time they're grown~ups
I'm thinkin' ~ "Poor toes"!


Give me a break,
for the guys I won't go there;
LET'S TALK ABOUT SHOES,
it's a fetish I swear;-)



Mary Carter Mizrany©
May 15, 2007











 


Shoes or Lack of Them

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)



The last day of school was officially summer. And the shoes would be retired for the next two months and a week or so. There were times when my Mom inisisted I wear shoes because she didn't want people thinking we were too poor to afford them. My best friend Pauline who lived next door would join me in my shoelessness. (To the same objections from her Mom!)

We would keep a pair of really cheap sneakers for the times when we had to put shoes on. This was the brand of sneakers that you didn't dare wear in the rain or you would be barefoot by the third block.

We were only about 11 yrs old so we weren't worried about being fashionable. We wanted to develop "Summer Feet"! Feet so calloused that you could walk on broken glass or hot coals and not even notice it. Usually by the end of July we had a good start on them. By August we could even tap dance with bare feet and hear the clicking of our heels.

Other people would be jumping up and down on the hot sand at the beach...Not us! Once I hit 14 though, shoes became a definite accessory. My Mom never wore very high heels so she didn't think it appropriate that I should. (Pauline's Mom felt the same.) We made up a story about joining a club where the members had to get all dressed up and that included high heels and pointy toes. We scored big time on that! We each got a new summer skirt and a fluffy white blouse along with several crinolines to puff those skirts out almost horizontally. When I got those patent leather heels I thought I might have to purchase crutches to walk on them. Mom said; "Women suffer for beauty."

Pauline and I vamped all over the block to practice high heeling. Judy Melick who lived three doors down was about 2 years older than we were and she gave us lessons on her front porch.

If anyone was watching they must have been hysterical laughing.

We managed to go UP the stairs fairly well but coming DOWN?

After many, many hours we could navigate without falling down....too often. We never learned to run in heels. If for some reason we had to run...chasing a bus or something on that order,,,the shoes came off!

Back to 'Summer Feet'.










 


White Shoes

By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)



My first pair of white-laced nursing shoes, so professional.
My white nurse's uniorm, no slacks back then.
Every night i would polish my shoes.
Wash my uniforms, lay things out so at 5am I was dressed.


Name tag, no pictures back then. My hair all upswept.
I was shocking white I was told by my husband's family, many years later.
I was something ....walking to the bus stop.
Finally we saved up enough money to buy a car.


Then I bought a second pair of white shoes for work.
My husband rented uniforms for himself.
We had a three-room apartment in an old house.
We loved it, the bath room was big and airy.


I wore white nursing shoes for many years.
Close to thirty-five I believe.
My husband got so he would polish my shoes.
When he polished his before bed.


I was married to one of God's angels











 


Shoes-A Life's Measuring Stick

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)



Buying a new pair of shoes was a time of excitement in my childhood years. When the shoe clerk placed first one foot then the other on the device that measured the length and width of my feet it became my life’s measuring stick! As my foot size grew, so I grew! At summer’s end, in anticipation of the coming school year, a Saturday afternoon would be set aside to buy school shoes that would last for the school year. The last year’s shoes, now outgrown, had been resoled at least twice and were in shambles. Mama always instructed the clerk that my new shoes should be sturdy, made of leather and that they be “Oxfords.” If memory serves me, they were always brown in my early years.

In addition to our school shoes, we always had a “Sunday’s best” pair of patent leather. Some occasions called for special shoes. My First Holy Communion was one such occasion that I shall hold in my heart forever. Mama made such a fuss over me and I just glowed. The day we shopped for my shoes I chose a pair of white patent leather T-strap slippers–surely the most beautiful since Cinderella’s at the ball! I was six years old. I WAS Cinderella and I never wanted to take those shoes off. To this day my toes remember processing down the aisle on my First Holy Communion Day!




Evelyn's First Holy Communion
Shoes - May 16, 1937



The saga of the shoes ended when I insisted upon wearing them on an errand to the country store. Mama relented and let me wear my white shoes instead of my going barefoot as I normally did in the summer. On leaving for the store, instead of a nickel, she gave me three eggs to barter for the yeast that she needed to make bread. The feel of the dirt road slip sliding under the slick leather soles of those white patent leather shoes remains a ‘body memory’ to this day! When I was half way to the store, I slipped and fell and broke the eggs. Taking off my shoes, I ran all the way back home, bawling my head off. I don’t know to this day why she didn’t scold me. She just dusted me off. Gave me three more eggs and sent me on my way again. After that the white patent leather shoes remained in my closet for Sundays only!

Walking country roads was hard on shoes. In my growing up years on the farm Mama always managed to keep our shoes in good repair. When soles came loose or had a hole worn through the bottom, Daddy took them to the repair shop and had them half-soled. Sometimes we’d have to wear our Sunday best for a day or so until they were ready at the shop. I always liked how the shoes felt on my feet after they had been repaired. I thought they felt better than they did when they were brand new!

We were always expected to keep our shoes polished. In a special place under the wash stand in the kitchen was the shoe polish kit. The waxy substance had a distinctive fragrance that wasn’t all bad. We used flannel to shine our shoes. Walking dirt roads meant that we had to polish our shoes quite often.

The years have flown by. There have been many, many shoes in my life–dancing shoes, running shoes, bowling shoes, tennis shoes–all manner of shoes. When I was a working girl I acquired many pairs of shoes with bags to match. However, since my First Holy Communion shoes, the shoes that are most memorable to me are my wedding shoes. I smile now when I remember the day that I bought them.




Evelyn dons her wedding shoes
February 16, 1952



The day I bought my wedding shoes was a Saturday, this time in Ohio, far from the Alabama of my youth. Once again my Mother was on hand to help me select shoes for a very important day in my life, my wedding day! They were white satin high-heeled scandals. When Daddy put a penny in my shoe on my wedding day he secured it with a piece of Scotch tape so it wouldn’t fall out. In those satin slippers I stepped into the future with my husband and . . .




Evelyn and Tom in their wedding shoes
February 16, 1952



lived through times of wonderment
then whirled in lace to face tomorrow
to find that eons are so brief!


1952 - February 16 - 2007












 

 

 



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