Grandma's Shoes

 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.

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