The smell of fresh cut leather and shoe polish give me wonderful feelings of joy, love, warmth and safety.
You may think that's a little weird, but you wouldn't, if like me, you were raised in an apartment behind a Shoe Repair Shop.
You may think that's a little weird, but you wouldn't, if like me, you were raised in an apartment behind a Shoe Repair Shop.
Yes, my father repaired shoes for a living. He, along with my mother who often worked beside him, loved me, cared for me, provided for my needs and comforts. Our little four room apartment was cozy, warm in the winter, and a place of happiness.
Now years later, when I walk into a Shoe Repair Shop. I smell “Home”
And feel proud because I am a “shoemaker’s daughter”.
And feel proud because I am a “shoemaker’s daughter”.
6 comments:
I can still remember, a little bit, that apartment. It's probaly one of my earliest memories, i can't go back much farther than that. i can't remeber if grandpa and grandma were still living there at the time, i think they were, or if you just brought me there to show me your history. but, i'm pretty sure they were still living there.
I may be wrong, but it seems like I remember their garage in Indiana still having lots of equipment or maybe it was another shop. I was so young but I remember seeing lots of tools, etc.
Yes, and you are the prettiest shoemaker's daughter, (inside joke)
Memories, lots of fun.
Remember how cold it got in Indiana.
Iremember coming home during Thanksgiving and Christmas vacation from OSU.
I actually never knew that story! That is really interesting. I have a few memories like that, where a smell brings back memories, like banana bread.
That's a great memory to have!
I also have happy memories of living there before we moved to AZ. I remember running up and down the stairs clear down to the basement, and watching grandma doing laundry with a old wringer washmachine. I also got to go in the shop and sweep up leather dust and pieces for grandpa. I usually got to choose a little toy after ward. I love my Grandparents. I'm thankful they were your parents. Love, The Criswell Baby (Sandy)
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