When I was very little, all the Grandmas that I knew all walked around this world,in ugly grandma shoes. You know the ones I speak of, those black clunky heeled kind? They just looked so very awful that it weighed upon my mind. For I knew when I grew old, I’d have to wear those shoes! I’d think of that, from time to time, it seemed like such bad news. Now, I never was a rebel! I wore saddle shoes to school. Next came ballerinas,then sandals, they were cool. Then came spikes with pointed toes, then platforms, very tall. As each new fashion came, I wore them, one and all. But
always in the distance,looming in my future, there, Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,the kind that Grandmas wear.
I eventually got married then I became a Mom. Our kids grew up and left, and
their children came along. I knew I was a Grandma and the time was drawing near when
those ugly, black, old lace-up shoes was what I’d have to wear! How would I do my gardening or take my morning hike? I couldn’t even think about how I would ride my bike. But fashions kept evolving, and one day I realized,that the shape of things to come was changing right before my eyes. For now when I go shopping what I see fills me with glee! In my jeans and Reeboks I’m as comfy as can be. And I look at all these teenage girls and there upon their feet,are
those clunky, black, old Grandma shoes, And they think they’re really neat!!!
This was given at a DUP Convention yesterday and it was so funny, I thought I'd share.
This window is in the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Museum in Salt Lake City.
My granddaughter won a gold fish. A Mason jar works just fine.