(photo-left to right-Myself, Sister Sue, and Brother Bobby now passed and of course Mom at the top. this was taken at Baystrop Bayou at Grandma and Grandpas house)
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing. ~ Phyllis Diller
If Dust Bunnies had any value at all, I wouldn’t have to work another day in my life! ~ p.hawkins
If you want to know if the floor is clean, walk barefoot on it. ~ p.hawkins
I am not an ardent barefoot person at home (or outside for that matter). I am always in shoes, or sneaks or slippers of some kind when walking about. But last night, I couldn’t find my slippers and I walked around barefoot only to find crumbs or lumpy dust bunnies under my tender toes.
Mom however was a constant bare footer. Indoors & out. Now to me, this is odd because she grew up in Texas . Most of the grass in Texas , that I remember, is bristly like little green tooth picks. Well, at least to my tiny 10 year old feet it was. I hated walking out in the grass at the bayou because of it. Oh and the driveway or any pathways were oyster shells. So you hardly walked anywhere without having something sharp POKING your tender feet.
See there is the keyword….tender. I guess I am a classic tender foot? Hahah I never toughened up the souls of my feet like Mom.
I also remember one time when I was about 14 years old, mom was again walking barefoot and she stepped on one of those old style tacks that had found its way to the floor in the big old house in Silver Springs NY . I can see the whole thing now…..her stepping on it……her screaming and trying to pull it out and then ASKING ME TO DO IT! Well to say the least it creeped me out and the same shivers that ran up my back then, do it now in the telling of it. Eeeeuuuuuuuuuuu.
So maybe I have just figured out why I don’t go barefoot a lot? Hmmm, crushed oyster shells, prickly toothpick grass and tacks…not condusive to a healthy barefoot mentality I guess. ~ p.hawkins
(ok where is that broom!)