He was my father's oldest brother, the only male in our family with a job that paid good wages. Whichever of our aunts my sister and I resided with would call Uncle Red when we needed shoes for school. Back in the 1950s, in the summer, we went barefoot most of the time. Because we... Continue Reading →
The Pain of Being Born With Flat Feet
Having flat feet is a terrible ordeal, Finding shoes that fit is hard to do. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, And as scarce as hen's teeth, too. Shoemakers do not seem to understand, Producing ballet shoes, which is just plain mean. For when I try on those cute little numbers, The... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 