Irene A Waters has the theme of shoes, for her Times Past challenge this month. You can join in here: https://irenewaters19.com/2019/05/01/shoes-times-past/
I have a few memories of shoes that I thought I could shares for this challenge. A reminder that I grew up in South Africa and have lived an a number of towns and cities around the country.
The first one is my mother buying, and making me wear, thick soled lace up shoes which looked like boys shoes. I can remember being mortified by having to wear those horrible clunky shoes. Worse yet, one came off when I was at nursery school one day and disappeared down the open drain. I was most anxious about losing that shoe and it never turned up. I also developed a terror of that open drain with its dark, gaping mouth. Interestingly enough, I mentioned how much I disliked those particular shoes to my mother recently and she was surprised to learn how strongly I had felt about them. She said I never complained about them once.
My younger sister, Hayley, had a pair of boots as her first pair of shoes. She loved those boots and wore them day in and day out. I remember that her first word was boots, instead of the traditional Dada.
For my wedding, I bought an expensive pair of high platform shoes but as the wedding day drew closer, and I realised I had to do our wedding dance in these shoes as well as negotiate my way up and down the aisle, I changed my mind about those shoes. I gave them away to my sister and I bought a much cheaper and simple pair of white high heels. I think that was a wise decision.
Last, but not least, I made a shoes and handbags cake for a friend of mine’s 50th birthday a few years ago. I also wrote her a poem about life viewed through shoes which is included in my poetry book, Open a new door.
Fifty years in shoes
by Robbie Cheadle
When we come into this life,
our feet are tiny, pink and bare,
our sweet smiles and coos,
with everyone we share.
Our first shoes are formless and soft,
a new and welcome sensation,
there are no hard walking soles,
although this is the next expectation.
As we embark on life’s journey,
our shoes mark our progression,
we soon learn to stand alone,
with no parental intervention.
All through our school days,
we wear sensible black shoes,
we can’t wait to break free,
and our school girl look to lose.
Teenage and young adult years,
are measured in bright colours,
carefree days, warm and happy,
we look back on happy summers.
We soon meet someone wonderful,
and unhesitatingly seek to tie the knot,
responsibility soon creeps up on us,
as we learn to live with what we’ve got.
The wonderful gift of Motherhood,
becomes ours to embrace and enjoy,
although to juggle work and children,
all our ingenuity we must deploy.
And now at the middle age of fifty,
our children are turning out okay,
while I’ve wanted to run away often,
I think I’ve finally decided I’ll stay.