Tag Archives: Special Shoes

DEAR DIARY … JULY 25, 26, 27, 28, 1961

Standard

DEAR DIARY … JULY 25, 26, 27, 28, 1961

GE DIGITAL CAMERA

Dear Diary,

I went to Dr. Harvy.

I played.

V (my cousin) came over.

***

Dear Diary,

I went to Granny’s.

I went to the store.

I got a coloring book.

I skated.

I fell down.

Mama came over to Granny’s.

It was Grand-dad’s birthday.

Daddy gave him a few dollars.

I spent the night.

P (sister) got a shot.

***

Dear Diary,

I played.

Mr. and Mrs. L came over. (friends of parents)

We went with them to Monteray. (Monterrey Shopping Center)

I got some clay and two dogs. (glass figurines)

***

Dear Diary,

I went to Dr. Harvy.

I got some new pads. (shoe arch supports)

When I got home, V (cousin) came over.

I went home with B (aunt).

I played.

***

Well, a few interesting things happened on these days. This Dr. Harvy (not sure I spelled the name right) was a foot doctor? Podiatrist? Anyway, I’ve always had weak ankles, so I’d have to go to get foot x-rays, and special shoes, and arch supports every so often. I hated those shoes…they were brown, lace up oxfords…ugh…I just wanted cute shoes, like my friends wore, you know…strappy sandals, mary janes, tennis shoes…anything but those ugly brown ones. I wore them for years, then finally, I could get regular shoes, probably by the time I was in Jr. High school. The pads/supports…they were torture…and made of steel. I guess stainless steel? Anyway, I still have them, and they look so small, now.

Next…Monterrey, was a shopping mall, before there were such things here in town. Lots of stores, surrounding an open courtyard. It seemed fancy, at the time. The shopping center is still here, too.

I collected glass figurines for years. They were cute, and every time I’d go to the dime store, I’d get a couple to add to my collection.

Oh, skating…with those metal skates, with leather straps, and a skate key to tighten the skates to your shoes. Yep, I loved skating, and I always fell down…I got better at it later on though. I didn’t get any better at being clumsy…I still fall down, even without skates on.

And, finally…I have no idea what kind of shot my sister would have gotten. I was probably glad it wasn’t me getting one!

~

Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{