Friday, December 12, 2008
Sorry, Long Time No Post
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Shoe Shine, two bits (25¢)
I flashbacked to my youth and my days of shining shoes in the late 60’s - early 70’s. Back then, when you grew up in a city like Worcester, Mass and you weren’t too well off you tried to morally come across some coin in many different ways. Paper routes, lawn mowing, snow shoveling, coal shoveling, shoe shining, etc.
If you were going in the shine biz, you had to have a shine box. So you scraped together any wood and nails you could find and you built yourself one. Fence boards worked well. And it was a time to be creative with industrial skills. Once your box was complete, filling it with the necessary supplies was your next task. If there was polish lying around the house, great. If not, come up with some monies to purchase some. Throw in a few rags, a brush, nail an old belt on the box for a shoulder strap and off you went.
You would walk down Main St. soliciting people on the street, in diners, drug store lunch counters and in bars. The owner or person working in these places would sometimes run you off before or just as you had a customer. Usually 25¢ was the asking price and a good day would net $2-3.
Those were the days when people seemed to have taken better care of their shoes. Maybe because of the fact that nearly all shoes were made of leather, including the soles. Heels had to be replaced once in a while, so you would take them to a cobbler and have them replaced. Cat’s Paw was a popular brand of heels. Many times I dropped off or picked up shoes at the repair shop. The shoe repair stores were run similar to a dry cleaner. And sometimes they were the same place. Like many other crafts, cobblers are rare or no longer needed. Technology and availability replaced many things, and cobblers were not immune. Shoe repair can still be found, but not like when I was a kid.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Aunty Pat
Aunty Pat was born on December 17, 1934 and raised in Worcester, Massachusetts. She was a graduate of Classical high School.
We lived in the same three decker on King St. for several years during the late 60's early 70's. It was great for a kid to have his cousins so close. We got to know each other more than other families may have. It was a lot of fun. Not so much when the oil ran out and there wasn’t any heat. Aunty Pat on many occasions made toast for me after I ran my paper route and before I left for school. I can't remember any specific conversations we had, but I thought it was cool that she and I were the only ones up and talking, besides Heidi, our German Sheppard. She made me feel comfortable as my socks were drying on the stove. Some other things I remember about Aunty Pat when I was a kid, she always seemed to know when I was up to something. Like breaking windows or setting off firecrackers where I shouldn’t. But I don't think she ever told on me, she just let me know that she knew and disapproved. I guess she figured that would be sufficient to put a stop to it, and she was right. I haven’t seen My Aunt Pat for thirty-five years, but she left me with some life long memories and some useful communication skills. Rest in Peace, Aunty Pat, and thank you.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Second first Post
Sunday, October 5, 2008
First Go
Annnywayyy..........I'll see if I can develope a page that you will want to visit often.
One more thing, if you have any suggestions about my page.......I'm all ears.