When I was very little, all the Grandmas that I knew all walked around this world,in ugly grandma shoes. You know the ones I speak of, those black clunky heeled kind? They just looked so very awful that it weighed upon my mind. For I knew when I grew old, I’d have to wear those shoes! I’d think of that, from time to time, it seemed like such bad news. Now, I never was a rebel! I wore saddle shoes to school. Next came ballerinas,then sandals, they were cool. Then came spikes with pointed toes, then platforms, very tall. As each new fashion came, I wore them, one and all. But
always in the distance,looming in my future, there, Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,the kind that Grandmas wear.
I eventually got married then I became a Mom. Our kids grew up and left, and
their children came along. I knew I was a Grandma and the time was drawing near when
those ugly, black, old lace-up shoes was what I’d have to wear! How would I do my gardening or take my morning hike? I couldn’t even think about how I would ride my bike. But fashions kept evolving, and one day I realized,that the shape of things to come was changing right before my eyes. For now when I go shopping what I see fills me with glee! In my jeans and Reeboks I’m as comfy as can be. And I look at all these teenage girls and there upon their feet,are
those clunky, black, old Grandma shoes, And they think they’re really neat!!!
This was given at a DUP Convention yesterday and it was so funny, I thought I'd share.
This window is in the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Museum in Salt Lake City.
My granddaughter won a gold fish. A Mason jar works just fine.
The wind tried to blow us away the other day. It dropped from 73 degrees to 33 degrees in a matter of hours. I was lucky, I only had a dusty wind storm but my neighbors to the west of me had a muddy wind storm. Typical spring weather in Utah.
Here are two of the four that have kept me from blogging this last week. The whole family stayed at my house for 10 days. The week before that I got all excited because I found out that my great grandmother from Poland had nine children and not just the four who came to America. I am almost done proofing my book but new information took hold of me and I've been back into researching my family full time. This was from a person who a few months ago said I was done.