Booties worn by my mother, Janet Runyan, when she was an infant |
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"Home is where one starts from. As we grow older the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living. Not the intense moment, isolated, with no before and after, but a lifetime burning in every moment. And not the lifetime of one man only, but of old stones that cannot be deciphered." ----- T. S. Eliot, 1888-1965 "Four Quartets, East Coker" (1940)
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Booties worn by my mother, Janet Runyan, when she was an infant |
Well, isn't that an interesting tidbit of history?? Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWell..it's certainly new news to me. Until I noticed the blue color in these and got to thinking that, back then, they didn't have a whole array of booties to match each outfit like they do today, so wouldn't they want the one pair they did have to be "right"? Why would they have blue booties for my mother? That's when I decided to Google it. What a surprise!
DeleteThat IS interesting! I wonder if that's why my grandmother was always sewing my grandfather PINK shirts???
ReplyDeleteAnd I STILL have a problem seeing a man in pink! We, specifically us baby boomers, have really been conditioned to think pink is feminine only. But back then....well, who knew?
DeleteSimply charming and the color aspect is interesting. I'm wondering too, if you wore these booties as well, any idea?
ReplyDeleteNo Barbara, even though I was the only daughter, I'm fairly certain my mother was the only one to ever wear them. I don't even think she had them in her possession until after my grandmother died. I don't recall ever seeing them until mom gave me all the family albums and these were in a zip-lock bag stuck inside one of them. She had marked them and made holes at the top of the bag so they would attach to two rings of the three ring binder they were in.
DeleteMy daughter's second-grade teacher said that she always thought there was "something" about my daughter, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Then she realized that she always seemed to wear pink.
ReplyDeleteHow precious! This is a great treasure,Lisa! Thank you for sharing!
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