A LONG POST REGARDING LEFT AND RIGHT''
1947 we lived in an apartment with twelve foot ceilings (yep, that how high they used to be, don't know why).
I was six years old and had already been to school a few days.
I could not tie my shoes, it was no big deal when at home, but at school they had to be tied.
My father was scary, he was so huge, 100 feet tall.
When he spoke, all paid heed.
He may have been kind, not sure; he was just so damn big.
"Mom, my shoes aren't tied."
"Get your sister or brother."
they both declined, busy with their own task
mother had walked to back yard
Sister and brother shouted 'We have to leave.'
What to do?
The only person that could assist me was father.
With trepidation, i approached my father.
"Will you tie my shoes."
With a jaundiced eye he said, "okay"
He begin to been down, all twenty feet of him; he was so large he frighted me.
"Stick your left foot out here."
I stuck a foot out.
"No, you left foot"
(I knew my left hand from my right hand; i did not know these categories also included you feet.)
I played Hot Scotch with my_sticking out one foot then he other.
Apparently, he was not anger, as a thin smile colored his lips.
He then folded down like a collapsing ladder, he was far to big to just bend down.
He had to sit on his butt to be able to reach my shoes.
"Now, show me your left hand, your left foot is the same as your left hand-stick it out here."
He tied the left shoe, 'Now stick out your right shoe.
Then we did my right shoe.
Father had an amused look as he tided my right shoe. i scooted away
My shoes were tied, father had not eated me. I was happy, happy, I had two tied shoes and my father had not eaten me.
We have forgotten those times when we were so vulnerable. ,
--for still being uncertain which was right and which was left; a mirror was involved.)
