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Someone has these fancy shoes on sale in their shop..
I saw this on FaceBook and was thrilled to see these shoes again. I don't know who, what or where though.
When I was young.. single digit young, I loved my Aunt Kate so very much. She was a sophisticated woman with flaming red hair and lovely clothing. Her hair was done up in short curles in the 20's style and even in a plaid skirt and sweater combo she was always dressed to the 9's. Always so band box fresh. She was much like my mother in that regard.
She lead quite a life. One day I might talk about it.
In the attic over the barn in the gasoline alley behind the house, a former carriage barn now a garage but with a hay loft used for storage, there was a large steamer trunk from her days of trans-Atlantic travel. Those days when she was a hostess at the White House. Inside were these shoes, in silver rather than gold and some dresses from the 20's and 30's that were so gorgeous they took my breath away. There were dresses of real silk, real satin, all the finest. Clothing to feed your dreams. I remember trying on those shoes and clomping around in them wishing I could lead such a romantic life. A life of romantic cruises to Europe, daincing in the moonlight andfancy dinners on a ship sailing through the navy blue Atlantic toward Britain.
I wanted to keep those shoes until I grew into them but I figured that would not be right and I didn't ask if I could have them either. Kids were seen and hot heard in those days and you didn't ask too many questions either.
The shoes and all her lovely clothing disappeared in a big fire that took our home, all the garoline alley "garages"... those garages that had once held horses and carriages were all gone now . All gone except for her British passport which I somehow managed to save..
That fire was one of 3 that finally got the town the land they had coveted so desperately. It cost several people their livelihood and nearly a few lives. I'll never forget it or the introduction it gave me to small town corruption. Even then I could sense evil when I saw it.
Such a sad ending to a beautiful memory, Annie. Your aunt sounded like a gem of a woman. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteSuch a tragedy of something so beautiful. That is why our precious memories are so important, they fill our hearts with times gone by.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and tragic! I think I would have enjoyed knowing your aunt! Her shoes look like ones my mother used to wear when she was younger. Very stylish! Have a great week, Annie.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the makings of a wonderful book...maybe you should write it? It could be "historical fiction"...you know, a novel based on a real person/story, or just change the names to protect the innocent kind of story, but it sounds like one you should write. And the shoes could be in the title of the book somehow. This was all very intriguing. I want to hear the whole story!!
ReplyDeleteInteresting , how usual objects can evoke extraordinary memories !
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your Aunt Kate...an amazing woman !