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I am a big fan of shoes. And it breaks my heart to have to see them in my closet rather than on my feet. But since I can't risk ruining them in the monsoons, I found myself a great solution.

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Jamie Feldman writes in Nova Scotia, Canada. At dusk, when the last pile of earth had been patted in place, I turned back toward home.

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Two by two she led us like a grim reaper with a yard stick across the soccer field and into the funeral home. I wanted to be Sundance and she could be Etta Place.

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I wanted to know if she had worn her red rubber boots today. After the service, I stood unseen, watching from the woods at the edge of the cemetery.

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It kind of looked like something from one of those old movies Daddy loved to watch when they came on TV. Maybe he came home to whisk Mama off on a fabulous weekend getaway, or maybe he would take us all someplace far away like in Roman Holiday or Casablanca.

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Ethel just looked like she was asleep. The next day they buried Ethel. I could feel the adults in the room watching me as I walked. I buried the boots.

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They were all whispering and pointing at my noisy new boots. Brown boxes were thrown into the back seat and the trunk was held shut with a frayed bungee cord.

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Sister Francis instructed us to approach the casket two by two and say a prayer. We use cookies to ensure that we give you the best experience on our website.

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As the other children entered the church to pay their respects like the good Catholic classmates that they were, they each wiped their black Mary Janes and brown penny loafers on the front mat, while my boots squeaked and squawked up the center aisle. He just stared at me for a moment and then down at my yellow boots.

As we exited the funeral home, my rubber boots still squealed against the wet floorboards. I walked in to find Mama stooped over the oven crying into a pan of uncooked bread, and Daddy in the living room buckling a suitcase.

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Rate this story:. I never saw a dead body before. The screen door screeched open and then slammed shut. Someone began to laugh. Okay Refuse third party cookies Privacy Policy. Ethel used to have a red pair and we would always sing Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head whenever it rained on our way home from school.

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