…MY BLUE CANVAS SHOES!!!!!!
My parents realized their dream of owning a home and giving my brother and I roots after leading a gypsy life as army brats but the price of the house was that they both had to work two jobs each. Six days of ships passing in the night for 51 weeks but somehow every year they saved enough money to take us on vacation to Cape Cod. And, the night before the road trip began my father took us all to either Klein’s or Korvette’s to buy matching blue canvas shoes from a huge bin filled with them. Sometimes the string holding pair sizes was broken so we had to bob for a matching left or right but the excitement was so great that it became part of the fun. The family shoes were the emotional trigger that we were truly departing in the morning for vacation as a family. Dorothy may have been able to click her heels together three times to get to Kansas but those blue canvas shoes were magical in their own way.