I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?
SLIPPERS
I guess I come from a mostly
go-barefoot-in-the-house family – and we've most often lived in the
south, where slippers aren't nearly as useful as flip flops. (I
myself am an ardent flip flop fan!) So the only slippers that come to
mind are the pink ones that belonged to Grandma Dykes (the fuzzy ones
with a simple open-backed band over the toes that you slip on) and my
ballet slippers.
Yes, for a time, I was sure I would be a ballerina!
I never made it to toe shoes, but I did learn the basic positions. I
also got to wear a leotard and tights. I was told I had a beautiful
“dancer's neck” and that my flexibility and long limbs made me a
natural. What little girl doesn't love hearing that?! Truly, I have
carried those words with me for a lifetime.
Here are some links to poems I've written about dancers/dancing:
I never got to take dance lessons, not in my small town, but loved dancing as a teen and later with my husband. My granddaughter loved her lessons, but has been lured on to gymnastics, nevermore the tutu. I went back to read about your shoes. Oh, those fringed boots. I imagine you loved them. "Shoes" were always a popular topic to write about with my students, who had special memories already. I have slippers here, too cold otherwise in the winter, and favorites are wooly slip-ons. Thanks for sharing your memories, Irene.
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