Sunday, February 14, 1926
Rainy
The folks had prepared a chicken dinner expecting Winifred and she went back on them so they wanted us to come but I was too tired and it looked rainy besides so they didn’t insist. I got pretty well rested although it seemed I would never get done my work and dinner over. Well in the evening Dale and I started to church. As we were waiting for the car, Collin’s passed going down and stopped across the street and called to us to get in. I don’t know how it happened, it was so quick, but I ran to get in and just before I reached the car, I felt I had broken my big toe of my left foot. I must have stepped for the curb, missed and bent it back. At any rate it hurt my toe. We went to church however and they visited afterward so it didn’t get much attention.
(Aunt Marjorie wrote, "that toe hurt her the rest of her life."
It is interesting how one little step, or one little mis-step, can make such a difference. Grandma always had problems with her feet, and now this happened. )
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That's where I get my sore feet from - Grandma!
ReplyDeleteI don't have feet as bad as her, but when your feet hurt, you hurt all over. Most of my children inherited her bad feet. It was caught when they were children and the problem was taken care of so they aren't as bad as she was
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