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I'm not sure if I was napping here or what.
I do know that I was at Nanny's house, and that I loved my saddle shoes.
I know I would fall asleep with them on.
And Nanny always repeated the story that I would have my feet pajamas on, ready to crawl into bed, and I'd beg, "Pleeeease Nanny...can I try them on ONE MORE TIME?"
So off would come the sleeper so I could parade around again in my black and white shoes.
I lived with Nanny for about a year while my mom was really sick with hepatitis.
She never really got any better with bed rest, she finally just dragged herself out and up because she had little kids to raise.
But Nanny's house always held some kind of magic.
I love saddle shoes to this day.
In high school my friend Roseanne had a clunky pair of red and white saddle shoes.
When Nike came out with saddle shoe tennis shoes, what? in the 80's? I was so excited.
I guess they represent a memento of childhood, so they still make me smile.
And this photo makes me smile too.
Aah, to be back on Nanny's porch...
Labels: vintage family photograph