Why am I writing about shoes? In his meager salary during the Great Depression, I couldn’t understand why my father made sure the family had a good quality shoe. All shoes were leather I thought, and were the same style whether they cost $5.00 or $15.00 In the winter of 1942, when I came home… Continue reading The Vanity Boot Shop
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A Winter’s Tale
I was hanging by my feet from the top of the frozen monkey bars in Crotona Park playground. My corduroy knickers provided insulation for the backs of my knees as I swung like a pendulum. How many nine-year-olds can do this, I muttered to myself. Suspended from the top of the bars I had an inverted view of… Continue reading A Winter’s Tale