I'm Glad My Parents Are Dead

 


I just had a PTSD moment. I just read this article in 'The Guardian,' about the orange man selling Florsheim shoes to his bros. It triggered a childhood memory of my Dad selling the same brand shoes to his buddies at the local tavern. By day he was a postal carrier, by night, a shoe salesman. I don't think he made a load of money selling shoes. It was just a side hustle he probably started so he could buy collectible coins. I'm pretty sure my mother never saw a dime from his sales and I believe the shoes were made for men only.** Apparently, Trump loves this brand and his inner male circle all wear them, because  you do what Donald wants. A few are quite unhappy with having to trade in their Louboutin for a Florsheim, which run about $135 a pair. I guess that's cheap. I don't pay more than $40 for shoes, so what do I know? Dad sold shoes out of a catalog and they were nowhere near $135. I find it kind of amusing that Trump and Dad have a connection. Amusing in a gross, sad way which doesn't make me feel any warm fuzzies. Anyway, I don't want to think about my parents right now. I don't want to wonder how they'd feel about what is happening today. I always chuckle when I see a meme about a guy living in the 60's- 70's who bought a house with a bag of marbles. Close. Very close. My folks were lower class working people. Dad, the postal carrier and Mom, a waitress whenever she felt like making a few bucks. We lived in a small postwar house, with two cars, a television, clothes and food. Sometimes Mom had to dilute the Ragu to feed seven people, but, we never went hungry. They got by. I hate to speak for the dead. It bothers me when others do it as if they know the mind of a long deceased relative. But, I'm going to assume my mother would absolutely hate Trump. Neither of my parents finished high school but they were not stupid people. They read everything. Dad did the NYTimes puzzle every morning. They kept up on current events. My Dad... as smart as he was, always seemed the type who would easily fall for conspiracy theories. Would he have turned MAGA? This man who had a photo of himself at a Democratic National Convention, a man who fought commies and stored the purple heart in his sock drawer. I'm glad they aren't here to see this. I'm relieved they didn't grow up in these times. I don't know how they could have survived. 

Damn shoes. 

* I'm aware the 70's were not so great for the adults. There were gas lines, pollution was really bad, Vietnam... but I don't recall it affecting our lives that much. I was a kid. I had pogo sticks, hula hoops and Barbies. 

**I guess they made shoes for women. Also, a vintage pair could go for hundreds of dollars today. 

Comments

ex-ferrer said…
Mom made it to 93 and was decidedly anti-Trump. Dad passed 36 years ago, but my rememberies of him pretty much tell me he wouldn't have fallen for Trump. Too smart for that nonsense. According to mom, they never discussed politics or how they voted. Maybe that was common back then? She couldn't honestly say which party dad voted for.
Maggie said…
Yes, probably. My parents didn't discuss anything in front of us.

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