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http://www.annavonreitz.comShoes and Justices December 6, 2019 By Anna Von Reitz
Let's call him "Ben" --- a kid in my First Grade class at Black River Falls Elementary School, which was a big, old, rambling nineteenth-century brick building with a spooky Mansard roof structure like something out of the Addams Family movies.
Ben was a strapping boy, tall for his age, with pale skin and dark eyes and dark hair swept over from a side part. I always liked him. He was polite and personable and friendly, but he was poor as the pigeons in the park. His family had eleven children. He was in the middle of the pack. And they and their parents were trying to make a go of it on a hard-scrabble worn out dairy farm somewhere in the back of the back country.
Even with a well-oiled system of hand-me-downs, by the time you hit the fifth or sixth generation, things are worn out. So, there was Ben, and we had all returned to school for the fall semester --- most of us in new school clothes and shoes, but not him. He was wearing a ragged flannel shirt with arms too short, a pair of pants two sizes too big, and a pair of old brown leather dress shoes that looked like they belonged on a grown man. He could barely walk in them, but he was trying.
We were all only six years old, but still, his appearance was arresting --- like a scarecrow or someone playing dress up.
To make matters worse, the whole family was "poor proud" and wouldn't take any help.
So we had to do something, but what?
A Gentle Conspiracy between my Mom, my teacher, and a local merchant took place, in which I played a small part. Our teacher contrived a school lesson about feet and had everyone make an outline of their foot as part of the lesson.
Using this as a guide, my Mom and old Mr. Moe, owner of Moe's Shoe Store, and I --- acting under strict secrecy --- found just the right shoes. They and a shoe care kit appeared in Ben's cubbyhole at school. He couldn't believe his eyes, but he put them on. All that winter, I would see him out in the coat room brushing and shining his shoes. So I asked my Mom if I could have a shoe care kit for Christmas.
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