Hi Lyn,
What a great story but would be even better if your Dad hadnt told you the
story about not being allowed to play with children who didn't own shoes. We
can only assume that his father wouldn't have stopped if the children were
barefoot except that he could see they did own shoes, just weren't wearing
them. Would be nice to think though that this incident may have softened his
view of the worthiness of children who didn't own shoes to play with his son.
I remember leaving home to walk to schools with shoes on till I got around the
corner then they were off and in my bag for the rest of the day. In my case as
with most of my friends it wasn't to save the cost of shoe leather though, we
just hated wearing shoes. Now I would have a job to hobble to the letterbox
barefoot though my grandkids can manage a swift sprint down the street without
a problem at all, obviously I'm just soft in my old age.
Merry Christmas.
Sharon
Like many others, I spend a lot of time on Trove to learn more about the
daily lives of >my ancestors. I found an article from 1931 this week that
seems perfect to share >during the Holiday Season.
As background, my father grew up during the depression in the South
Australian rural >town of Blyth, and he often told me that as a child, his
father (who is the motorist >mentioned in the article below), would never let
him play with children who could not >afford shoes, even though unemployment
was nearly 30%.
