“Strangely enough, I really think that shoes are a communication tool between people.”

My Red Sox lost last night done in by their own errors just as St. Louis had been in the first game. The next game isn’t until tomorrow, in St. Louis. Peavy is pitching for the Sox which makes me a bit nervous. His last outing was horrific.

The house was cold when I woke up this morning so I turned on the heat. Now it is nice and cozy. Last night must have been chilly as Fern and Gracie were huddled beside me on the down comforter. Maddie was asleep in the guest room, her favorite spot. Now all three animals are having their morning naps. Such a life each of them lives!

When I was young, all my every day shoes had laces while my dress-up shoes had buckles. In high school, the school uniform included black loafers, no dimes. I liked loafers, and when I was much older, I had a couple of pairs. One was black and the other cordovan. They were always stiff at first then they’d get really loose the more they were worn. By the time they had fulfilled their usefulness, they were as loose as slippers. My school loafers  periodically needed new heels and soles so my dad would bring them to the cobbler in the square. In the meantime, I’d wear old loafers saved for such shoe repair emergencies. My dad would polish them for me. He used Kiwi polish, and the first thing he did was spit in the can to moisten the hard, dry polish. He always used the same rag to polish the shoes, and it was covered in brown and black stains. After the shoes were polished, they were left to dry, in pairs, then my dad would brush them so much they shined almost like new. His shoe polishing supplies were in the drawer to the left of the sink. Sometimes when I’d go to visit, he’d have me get his supplies so he could polish my shoes. I always loved that. It was a wonderful Dad thing. After he was finished, there was a little ritual. He’d hold up my shoes and ask me if they didn’t look like new. I always said they did, and I didn’t lie.

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8 Comments on ““Strangely enough, I really think that shoes are a communication tool between people.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    They say we have Africa heat here now and I have to say that Africa has gotten cold lately 🙂 It’s still warmer than usual but it isn’t especially nice outside. Hector and Nova shares my bed at the moment, Orvar sleeps in the living room and Sune just beside me. The cats are outside hunting, perhaps they think a deer would be nice as supper 🙂

    I can’t remember what the brand we always had was called but it had a blck Scottish Terrier on the lid. I like polishing shoes, or perhaps I should say I love the smell 🙂

    Cobblers are rare now days and most modern shoes can’t be re-soled either. Too bad if it is favorite shoes that really could go on for years if they could be fixed.

    I’ll keep holding my thumbs for the Sox!

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I guess the cold hasn’t yet hit where I stayed in Africa. My head was totally soaked in sweat the whole time I was there because of the heat and rainy season humidity.

      My cats don’t go outside ever. Around here there are too many cars going too fast on too many roads. Vets here say cats that go out only have a 50-50 chance of returning. We had 3 outside cats die before we stopped letting them out.

      I used to buy liquid polish. My father would have been horrified.

      In Ghana anything can be resoled. They use old tires for the soles. I even had sandals done. There is still a cobbler the next town over.

      Thanks for the good luck!!

      Have a great evening!

  2. Pat Says:

    You can forgive your Red Sox for the game last night. You have forgiven before- you forgave them in 86 when the ball rolled through Bill Buckner’s legs.


    the song’s real name is The Heat of the Win by Danielle Miraglia- free download at http://daniellemiraglia.bandcamp.com/track/the-heat-of-the-win

    You just have to believe……

    • katry Says:

      I never harbor bad feelings for this team. I was just disappointed because I knew they could beat that kid despite the Fox hype. The line, “Cause not a soul on this earth ain’t had a ball roll through their legs,” is wonderful! I remember watching the crowd cheer Bill Buckner when he returned. I hope it, in some small way, made up for the horrible way he was treated.

  3. Bob Says:

    We live in a throw away society. Very few things can even be repaired. I found a shoe repair shop in a high fashion Mall called “The Shops At Willow Bend”. It’s located between an Apple Store and a Coach store. I assume wealthy people repair their expensive shoes unlike the rest of us who throw them away and buy new shoes at Walmart 🙂 Very few things are even repairable.

    • katry Says:

      I haven’t ever been to a Walmart as there isn’t one on the Cape. I don’t feel deprived because of it.

      My mother always bought us expensive shoes when we were kids even though we didn’t have much money because they far outlasted the cheap ones so I do the same. My shoes last a long time because they cost a pretty penny, but they are worth it. Buy one expensive pair rather than several cheap pairs.

      Electronics are throw away now. I remember the TV repair man coming to the house. Now I just buy another set. They are not built for a long life.

  4. Cuidado Says:

    You brought back a strange memory. When I was a kid, I liked polishing shoes. Mom and Dad were going out one evening and asked me to polish his shoes. I got into the job and all at once didn’t feel right. I called to Dad and asked where all the blocks and circles were coming from in my vision. Apparently I had a fever spiking and was delirious. To me, the flu or illness I got started that moment. Until then I was fine. My parents stayed home and I remember nothing else about it.

    • katry Says:

      That memory was just waiting to be remembered. Sometimes the oddest things trigger memories. I agree yours was a strange one.

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