Is
it time yet mama, can I go barefoot? That was the number one question
come spring. We’d see the dogwoods in bloom or the redbud trees and
always commence to pull our shoes off. The older people always said
wait till the first of May or you’ll catch ye death of cold. I know
for a fact my daddy never pulled his long johns off till the first of
May. He still wore his long sleeve shirts till mama made him change
to short sleeves. He always said he was afraid he’d take cold. It
didn’t matter if it got ninety degrees in the shade and in his
older years he had such bad circulation that we might see him put his
overcoat on in the middle of the summer.
As for going barefoot,
when the shoes came off they stayed off all summer long till school
started. When we hit the door in the evening, off came the shoes.
We’d toughened our feet so and stumped our toes off so bad it was
hard to put on a pair of shoes and wear em all day. We walked the
paved road so much going to the store or getting milk from the
neighbors that we stumped our toes till there was nothing left but a
stub.
It wasn’t that we
didn’t appreciate a new pair of shoes when school started we just
couldn’t stand wearing em and it hurt our stumped toes and
calloused feet. We knew we had to make them shoes last as long as
possible cause there was no money to run back and forth to the store
buying a new pair. The boys were more rough on their shoes than me
and my one and only sister which happened to be a lot younger than me
was the biggest tomboy to ever come along. She wore out as many pairs
as the boys and had her head stuck in something all the time.
We ran through the
thickets and brairs till our feet were tough as a pine knot. Those
mud holes just about did us in. We’d bust every one of those
suckers dry and that toe itch was a killer. Mama would say, “don’t
complain to me, ye know what did it.” That never stopped us none
cause those mud holes were hard to resist.
I never see or hear of
a young’un anymore going barefoot and it’s a shame. I even admit
in my older years my feet are so tender I can’t stand to walk on
the ground to save my life. I walk around barefoot in the house all
day long but I gotta have an old pair of flip flops on when I go
outside.
I sure do miss those
days of going barefoot even if we wore our feet out and the joys of
running through those big, grassy fields will last a life time. And
every spring I still hear those words, is it time yet mama, can I
pull my shoes off ?
© Susie Swanson, 2018
Happy First Day of May everyone!!
Susie, I love this posting. I recall my brother and I looked forward to going barefooted when spring came. Nowadays I don't think young people look forward to going barefooted anymore. But those were indeed happy times.
ReplyDeleteI went barefooted in the summer when I was a little girl, but now, not so much. I can't stand the gritty feeling of dirt on the bottom of my feet. lol
ReplyDeleteOh Susie, you sure take me back in time. We went barefoot all summer too. Our feet were really tough. I remember walking down some alleys in town and they would be oiled to keep the dust down...if you got on the oil before it was all dusty again , a rock might stick to your foot. Mom always gave us the dickens for things like that. Made me sad to read that your daddy got cold in his older years. Now in this day, I will not get my feet dirty, I wear socks all the time. I might walk in sock feet in the house. My kids say I am now a Germ-a-phobe. LOL Hope it's nice there. We have had wonderful days lately, rain coming in, maybe storms. Bummer. Blessings, love, xoxo, Susie
ReplyDeleteMay 1 was the day we could go barefooted! It is a lost art, for sure LOL. I hated putting on patent leather shoes on Sunday for church.
ReplyDeleteI remember the days of going barefoot in Summer too. Oh, the Summer months are coming, Susie, and it gets so hot here. I can just see you running through the thickets with your brothers and sister having the best time, and your Mama scolding you all when complaining later. Remember the sprinklers and gulping water through the hoses?
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy your stories, Susie.
love, ~Sheri
When it's warm enough to go barefoot is definitely a sign that summer has arrived. Sweet memories you have shared here, Susie.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny? We lived barefoot in the Summer, too, and as much in other parts of the year as we could stand. I still prefer no shoes!
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