Posted tagged ‘galoshes’

“It looks like something out of Whittier’s “Snowbound,”‘ Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.”

January 22, 2013

First off, I have tied the old record. The 17th mouse was caught during the night in the have-a heart trap. Unlike in the plastic ones, the mouse is pretty quiet: lots of room, a good view and plenty of peanut butter. I’ll reset the trap when I go back upstairs. Next up on our daily bulletin: weather. The news says we got 3.8 inches of snow, but I don’t think so. I went out in my shoes around 6:30 to look for the paper and had no problems staying dry or even finding the papers. The tip of the orange plastic covering was above the snow. Health is our last morning update. I woke up at 5:00 coughing loud enough for people to think it was an old-time TB ward. I came downstairs, took some medicine, drank the other magic elixir, coffee, then watched the news. I’m already tired, though, and am going back to bed shortly.

I braved the elements yesterday to bring the bird feeders inside where I filled them then I put them back outside. The birds are already having breakfast.

When I was a kid, I hated my rubber snow boots. My fingers always stung holding the tops so I could stuff my shoes inside, and, in the afternoon, if the boots were wet, they were impossible to fill. I’d just put my shoes in my school bag and wear my socks inside the boots. They’d always got wet and my feet were always cold. The only good thing about snow boots was they came in so many different colors. We always left for school a bit earlier than usual on boots days so we could get them off in time for the bell.

My father wore galoshes which had clips, metal rings, on the front which made it easy to open and close the boots. They were always black. Men weren’t into color when I was a kid. My dad wore a white shirt to work every day.

My father also had rubbers for rainy days. They covered his shoes except for the top. My grandmother had those see-through boots with one button on the side to close them. They had room at the back for the clunky heels on the old lady tie shoes. They were ugly, and they are always old lady boots to me.

The sun is beginning to shine behind the grey clouds. I can see its light.

I’m ready to go back to bed. Music will be late today.

“How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer’s feet!”

May 19, 2010

It was a mighty rain storm which started in the afternoon and continued all night into the morning. The oak tree branches swayed left and right blown by the wind. The candles and bird feeders on the lower branches bounced back and forth but none fell. I’ll go out later and empty all the candle holders brimming with rain water, add jelly to the orioles’ feeders and sunflower seeds to the other birds’ feeders. My kitchen floor is dog paw printed, and I have to overcome the urge to clean it as it will just get wet and muddy every time Gracie goes in and out.

I don’t ever see slip on shoe rubbers any more. My father had some. His were black just like everybody else’s were back then. I remember he’d use his thumb like a shoe horn to stretch the rubber to fit around the backs of his shoes. My father also had black galoshes for those days when rubbers weren’t protection enough from the snow. His galoshes went over his shoes and had metal clasps in the front. They were clunky looking and just didn’t fit in with his suit, top coat and fedora.

I remember see-through plastic raincoats. Women wore them, and they were once quite stylish and could be accessorized with see-through boots which fit over heels and see-through rain scarves to match. I used to have one of those rain scarves in a plastic case which was closed with a snap and was small enough to be kept in my bag for rain emergencies. The scarf was folded to a tiny size but, when unfolded, expanded to fit over my head. When I wore my scarf, it always had accordion creases from being folded. It was pretty darn ugly.

The only rain gear I have now are a couple of nylon jackets, but I don’t ever wear them. Most times I run from the house to the car to the store to the car to the house.  The  faster I run, the dryer I stay.