Corrective Shoes

2008 Story Set

Date: September 4, 2008
   
      When I was a kid, in grade school, I not only had horrible-looking glasses, and my hair cut off by a stepfather used to buzz-cutting fellow sailors, but I also had to wear "corrective" shoes. Ugly things.
      I had to go into the shoe store - they had xray machines that showed if the shoe was a proper fit (they don't use them anymore - they were dangerous) and I had clunky ugly shoes.
      I think I had them because my mother forced my father to add that to the child support.
      That and a new coat every year.
      By the time I was a teen-ager and needed to have a little money, she was spending my child support on brothers and sisters that belonged to my stepfather.
      There was a doll-house when I was 16. (I never saw it after Christmas.)
      And a dorky pink sweater set (skirt and top) when pink is the last color a big-boned teenager should be wearing.
      So is a sweater dress. I wore it anyway - with the shoes.
      I was a sight.
      I wore the shoes with other dresses from my aunts. (Hand-me-down Skin- tight adult wear when everyone else was in poodle skirts. The boys would roll their eyes.)
      I finally got to make a couple of poodle skirrts in 4-H and got some petticoats (we wore lots of frothy pettycoats so the skirts would stand out).
      I had a white blouse and a scarf.
      And lo and behold, my sensible shoes became saddle-shoes.
      Cammoflauge.
      The harm had long been done.
      I was what people refer to as a loner.
      I was better off by myself in my own world.
      I dreamed of becoming a writer.
     
      At the end of High-School I got loafers. With nickles in them - For calling home if you got stranded. (Phone calls were just a dime then.)
      I had heels for Church. (We wore suits to Church - and hats.)
     
      I was sent to the prom with a charm bracelet with a dollar charm - break it for emergiencies.
   
      I am sitting here at work years later, not in sandals, or heels, or boots (well, it is 100 degrees), I am wearing SAS loafers (sans nickels - or quarters - I don't think it's a pocket anymore - you'd have to glue the coin in place) with $800 orthodics in them.
      Corrective shoes.
      I pronate.
      We have a word for it now.
      They look good with black trouser socks and black slacks.
      ho ha.
      I still dream about becoming a writer.

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