“Daddy,” Martha groaned desperately, “do you know where my black ballet shoes are?”
“No, honey, I don’t,” I answered, “but they are probably stored somewhere in the garage.”
“I know, but I’ve looked there and can’t find them. Can you help me look?
“Well, OK,” I reluctantly replied, remembering the days of uninterrupted work, before these ‘mommy’ chores became a way of life.
The issue was the Cotillion. Oh, you’re not sure what a Cotillion is? Well, let me explain (I just learned about it recently, but I haven’t yet learned how to spell it, as my spelling checker just reminded me). It’s kinda like something in between a fancy, European ball and a fun-filled,
Martha and I spent several minutes searching for the shoes, but couldn’t find them. The Cotillion was a few hours away, so I had a Daddy thought: Martha, just wear your regular shoes, because your dress is so long your shoes will be covered up anyway. But fortunately, wisely, these past months have taught me to sometimes think Mommy thoughts, and this is what I expressed:
“Oh, Martha, I know how important this is for you and how frustrated it must be not to have those black shoes. Is there anyone we can call that might have a pair of shoes in your size?”
No one had a pair of black shoes, but Selah Helms had her white wedding shoes. Martha decided they would work fine with her blue dress. The case was solved; the Cotillion could go on (see pictures below).
Our Autumn also goes on - schoolwork, housework, paperwork, and other work. Hannibal Books will have Jan’s book published by December 1. Dr. Jerry Rankin wrote a very generous foreword to it. I still have some copies of my home-made version if you want one before December (go to http://janmoses.atspace.com).
May your days be blessed and your shoes be found!
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