I’m finding it really difficult to write lately. Instead, I’ll offer some pictures and some words from others. Forgive me.
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Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one. Martin Heidegger |
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They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end; Wear out the carpet with their shoes Earning respect; have no strange friend; If they have sinned nobody knows. The Scholars, W.B.Yeats |
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It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.Rodan of Alexandria |
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A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.Benjamin Franklin |
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The policeman buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet and hands; they live on their feet and hands.
Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight, Carl Sandburg |
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“And when you met, you found his eyes were always on your shoes, As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news.” Stafford’s Cabin, Edwin Arlington Robinson |
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Abandoned shoes Flickr photo by Joygantic, attributed and used with permission per Creative Commons license |
“I can’t keep track of other people’s daughters. Lord, if I were to dream of everyone Whose shoes I primped to dance in!” The Housekeeper, Robert Frost |
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I look at the swaling sunset And wish I could go also Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. I wish that I could go Through the red doors where I could put off My shame like shoes in the porch, My pain like garments |
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And leave my flesh discarded lying Then I would turn round, |
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People dress and go to town; I sit in my chair. All my thoughts are slow and brown: Standing up or sitting down Little matters, or what gown Or what shoes I wear. Sorrow, Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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In 1960, Soviet premier Nikita Krushchev created a disturbance at the U.N. General Assembly by pounding his desk with his shoe.
“Tiny shoes for a little girl. Doris Mathes. Born June 14, 1942. Gassed Jan. 17, 1944, at Auschwitz. And so died the dreams of her family, her family’s family and generations not yet imagined. But in her memory shall be a blessing, a message of tolerance and love spoken with renewed devotion in St. Petersburg.”
Times photo / Fred Victorin
Here is my contribution. I took this photo of the small greenhouse next to one of the community gardens on the land where I lived in Oregon many years ago. It became a tradition for us who lived there to nail our worn out shoes on the wall. Not sure why. It seemed to fit here, though.
in 5th grade was to Scappoose to watch cork boots being made, starting with selection of the hide to cutting of the parts and finishing with the shoemaker, who with a spit/tap, spit/tap, spit/tap, attached nails upside down to the soles.
We learned so much about industry. We watched tunas in a pile become tuna in a can, logs become boards, wool become Pendleton blankets, and knit fabric become one-piece Jantzen swimsuits. Too bad kids don’t get this experience anymore.
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It’s often the shoes that show we’ve been this way
The ones in this link are near me.
http://www.bbc.co.uk…
The shoes of a dead Iraqi soldier