Monday, July 25, 2011


I went looking for a drawing I thought I had of feet and realized the drawing I was thinking of was actually a drawing of shoes. In the meantime, I came across this oldie but goodie and decided to stick it up here. I wrote the little saying and I have to say that I just love the sentiment. The feet are horribly cut and pasted onto the black background and I have often thought of trying to get a better foot picture and putting the saying on the better photo. I just have not gotten around to it.

Other foot memories:

When my brother was in the hospital for the last time, toward the end, he was very quiet. And every time I'd leave, I'd give a little tug on the big toe of his right foot and then I'd tell him bye. One night, his wife laughed and said "you know he hates when you do that."  I never thought he did and I kept on doing it. I am not a good hand holder and sometimes that was the only way I had to tell him I loved him and cared for him and dad-gum it, I really didn't want him to go.

When I was younger, the three of us, me, my younger sister and my younger brother would visit our uncle on my father's side. He had a dairy farm and sometimes we would ride on the tailgate of the truck while they herded the cows up the road. The road was red dirt and we were always going incredibly slow behind the cows and the dust just looked so pretty swirling up in clouds behind us. So pretty that I got this brilliant idea to stretch my feet down and drag them through the red dirt leaving little stretched out foot tracks in the road. It was a hot summer day and the dirt was so warm on my feet. I was having a really good time until I noticed the dirt had taken on a different feel, especially in between my toes. Well. I looked down and to my absolute horror, I realized that I was dragging my feet through pretty red dirt AND yucky wet cow pie! Needless to say, I scooted back up on the tailgate and did not drag my feet anymore.

That's about all I have to say about feet.

(Oh, yeah, this is a response to a fun writing prompt from my writing/blogging tribe/group. I didn't just all of a sudden take a hankering to write about feet! And I did not really do the subject justice, but there is no pressure to perform in this group, which is a good thing!)


  1. Love your foot dragging story. haha! One way we defined being a Big Kid, was when your legs were finally long enough to drag the ground from the tailgate.

  2. Barefoot in cow pies is familiar. I am touched by the toe-tugging.

  3. sure you did.... you really wanted to talk about the cow poop thing... it's okay Diane,.... we all step in it at least once in our lives...

  4. Rach I think that is why I was the only one with cow pie on my feet. The other two's legs were not long enough to reach the ground!

    Cyn The toe tugging felt right to me! And cow pie--these days mamas would never let their kids go barefoot in such an environment!

    Lori Are you talking about metaphorical cow poop now? :)

  5. I just love this SO MUCH. It made me feel my childhood.

    Love the prompt and the results. And the photo. And your writing.



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