Feature Story

Here is a touching story about the heartache of losing a new pair of shoes, submitted by a reader. Enjoy! Lost shoes, submitted by Bridget Hanrahan Growing up poor in a large family meant that it was very unexpected for my siblings and I to get anything new. We were used to hand me downs and even borrowed things for special occasions.  This is why I could hardly believe it when, at six years old, I got a new pair of shoes. They were the most beautiful pair of shoes I had ever seen.  My new shoes were a pretty blue leopard print with a small black heel and a strap that buttoned to the side. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I wore them all over the house that evening and I couldn’t wait to wear them outside, but I knew I was not allowed. The next day I...

Choosing Shoes by Frida Wolfe

Here is a delightful poem I found by Frida Wolf. I think most of us can relate to a poem describing the kind of shoes we want to buy and the kind we had to buy! Enjoy~ New shoes, new shoes, Red and pink and blue shoes. Tell me, what would you choose, If they’d let us buy? Buckle shoes, bow shoes, Pretty pointy-toe shoes, Strappy, cappy low shoes; Let’s have some to try. Bright shoes, white shoes, Dandy-dance-by-night shoes, Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes, Like some? So would I. BUT Flat shoes, fat shoes, Stump-along-like-that shoes, Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes, That’s the sort they’ll...

Playground Shoes

If you have ever experienced the disheartenment of having to wear hand-me-downs, you will relate to this story. It was June of 1985 and school was letting out for the summer.  My mother had just brought home another box of clothes that my older cousin could not fit into any longer.  I have a lot of cousins and it was customary for us to hand clothes down to one another. I tore open the box with fervor.  For the most part I enjoyed rifling through a box of my older cousins clothes because I thought it was cool to wear something that someone three years older than me was wearing.  However, I was not prepared for what I would see next. Sitting on top of a neatly folded pile of sweaters was a pair of the ugliest dark brown, lace-up shoes I have ever seen.  Before...