tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post115123959785053689..comments2023-10-22T08:44:53.471-05:00Comments on A Whiff of Smiff: Pedorthic Memories of YesteryearSharon Colliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715688883890196464noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1151420928408222822006-06-27T10:08:00.000-05:002006-06-27T10:08:00.000-05:00well, thank you very much, sista, for ruining the ...well, thank you very much, sista, for ruining the cliffhanger for me. ever heard of a spoiler alert?!?! ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1151404503822145612006-06-27T05:35:00.000-05:002006-06-27T05:35:00.000-05:00I want the egg too. I never had one for myself, b...I want the egg too. I never had one for myself, but my kids got them. There were two shoe stores in smaller than small Cadillac, Michigan and Henne's had the shoes that came with the eggs. As I recall, they each got one, even if only one or two of the three got shoes. Small town perks, I guess.GrannyPamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01860176725911469162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1151289120391759922006-06-25T21:32:00.000-05:002006-06-25T21:32:00.000-05:00My Red Goosers came from Family Booterie at 100 Oa...My Red Goosers came from Family Booterie at 100 Oaks or The Shoebox in Brentwood. I don't get Golden Eggs now when I buy shoes! I want my Golden Egg...I WANT IT NOW!!!!Sharon Colliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15715688883890196464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1151277311269848252006-06-25T18:15:00.000-05:002006-06-25T18:15:00.000-05:00I got all my shoes at Jensen's. That's where every...I got all my shoes at Jensen's. That's where everyone got their Buster Brown's. I didn't have weird feet then, now they're just big.Busy Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04395778271499609336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1151257392272975662006-06-25T12:43:00.000-05:002006-06-25T12:43:00.000-05:00I knew a woman who looked upward, or off to the si...I knew a woman who looked upward, or off to the side, when she spoke. I really and truly think she had multiple personality disorder and was being "told" what to say. It was a bit unnerving at times. It would probably be easier to just have weird feet.Blogaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06907539670169738329noreply@blogger.com