Sherri Matthew’s response to the prompt about school uniforms gave me the prompt for this month. Just the mention of platform shoes brought a memory flooding back and then as I thought about shoes other memories came unbidden. Are you an Imelda Marcos who said ” I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty”? Have you any memories of shoes? A particular favourite pair, one that caused you pain, embarrassment or made you feel on top of the world?
Baby Boomer Rural Australia
My shoes were always sensible. Until I was in high school I had nothing but leather shoes with the strap going across the top of the foot near the ankle to ensure that they did not come off. We were taken to the local shoe shop to be measured for our shoes and we left with shoes that looked identical to those we had come in. Usually these were Clark shoes (a British company which had been selling shoes since the 1820s) or Bata (another company that was founded in the 1800s). The only change to these shoes was when I was allowed to have a patent leather pair. These I loved as I didn’t have to spend time polishing them every day. I remember that there was controversy over these patent leather shoes as it was felt unscrupulous men could look at the shoes and see our underwear.
My first real memory involving shoes was when I was about five. We visited my grandparents who lived in Sydney in the school holidays once or twice a year and always we had a trip into town (the city of Sydney). For these trips we dressed in our finery.
A trip to town was exciting. All the things that we never saw in the country were there in abundance in the city. It would start with a train trip, always morning tea or lunch at Cahills, department stores such as David Jones and Farmers (now Myers), lifts and escalators. It was on the escalator at David Jones that saw me frightened of escalators for some time to come. My mother was wearing the fashion of the day – stilleto heels and the tread on the moving stairs was wooden wide slats. Her shoe heel became lodged between two of the wooden slats and she couldn’t budge it. As we neared the top the situation became dire as she couldn’t extricate her foot from the shoe and it was about to be eaten by the jaws at the top. We were all screaming but not quickly enough for someone to stop the escalator from moving . She somehow lifted her foot and slid it onto the shop floor as the heel snapped off. Management of the store were very helpful and took her to choose a new pair of shoes which they didn’t charge her for. I wonder if they would do the same now days but the next time we went to the city most of the escalator treads had been replaced with metal ones where the slats were too close together for anyones shoe to be caught in them. The only ones that remained unchanged were a set of extremely high escalators at Wynyard railway station. I always chose to walk if we had to use that exit.
Later my own shoes were a cause for embarrassment. I was eighteen and the fashion was platform shoes. My friends had finally persuaded me that I should go to a wine bar. I’d been to the bar to get a drink and when I returned there were two gentleman that had joined our table. They were sitting on high stools around a high bench. We chatted. One of them seemed quite nice and he invited me to the movies the following day which I accepted. We made arrangements for him to pick me up and I left the bar.
I hadn’t been out with too many men at this stage of my life so I was more than a little bit excited. My friends advised me on what I should wear. Naturally, being the 70s it had to be bell bottom trousers and platform shoes.
The fellow came and home sister rang my floor and told me I had a visitor. I went down feeling very swish. The chap was about five foot four inches and I would have towered over him without my platform shoes but in them I felt like a giant woman. My mood deflated. I became self conscious and I don’t even remember what film we saw. I know I didn’t see him again and I rarely wore my platform shoes again.
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