Hi Lyn & Sharon,
I am a barefoot aging hippie. I can remember that I never wore shoes
throughout primary school in the 50's even though the family were not poor.
It was just the done thing.
I still go barefooted through Bunnings, Karrinyup Shopping Centre and all
local stores. I see it as a sign of superior status. I do it because I can.
But I do sometimes balk at bitumen over 30 degrees.
Merry Christmas and best wishes to all.
Ken Stewart
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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 thedaily lives of >my ancestors. I found an article from 1931 this week that
As background, my father grew up during the depression in the SouthAustralian rural >town of Blyth, and he often told me that as a child, his