Letter To My Feet
My Feet!
This letter is addressed to "Feet" ~ Mine!!
We have been together for eighty eight years, dear feet you and I.
now you are tired, misshapen, toes crossing over one another,burning sole and occasionally a blistered heel!
I look down at you and feel sorry that you have to such dreadful looking shoes- but you are plucky, you look up at me and you say "At times we hurt but we have great memories and a long trail"!!
You must remember we have walked in forty six states in the U.S. every province in Canada, in the Grand Canyon, deserts, clay, deep rich soil, good land and the "bad lands" petrified forests, and glaciers in Alaska. We crossed the bridge of sighs in Venice, for a week we went daily into Canterbury Cathedral, such beauty. Early in the morning it was bathed in beautiful blue, at sunset a vision of rosy pinks, in the evening beautiful shimmering lilac.
I can close my eyes now and see the beautiful serenity of it and become enraptured in the memory of the peace and beauty of the place.
Dear feet, we have truly enjoyed much. We have waded in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, the Mediterranean sea, Gulf of Mexico, Amazon river, all of the Great Lakes and have walked on the Alaskan glaciers. we even attended a picnic on the glacier!
Remember the jungle in Venezuela? We came upon a river and saw the fish climbing up the bank to bury themselves until the tide returned.
You will never forget we went every week for an entire semester.
We stood firm and scanned the skies in the galaxy of stars and constellations from a wonderful telescope. It was beautiful and awesome and you dear feet stood so still until you began to hurt.
I wonder "Dear Feet" if you recall how it all started? We lived in Sanborn Minnesota and you eleven years old. Then one day men came and put up telegraph poles. My brother Robert and I were watching them and he told me they were being strung across the entire United States from the Atlantic to the Pacific Oceans.
I was intrigued. I went and often leaned against the pole in front of our house and told myself, "some day you will go from coast to coats. Dear Feet, the seed was planted, we did!
In Boston in the park there is a statue of an Indian astride his horse, his head held high as is the horse's head. High and proud! The statue is titled the Beginning of the Trail.
Later I came across the same Indian and his horse in San Fransisco in a park overlooking the Pacific Ocean, named The End of the Trail. The Indian is bent over his horse's head, and the horse's head is bent very low and exhausted. The Indian and his horse had traveled the route long before the telegraph wires did. It had been a long but very good trail for all of us!
Dear Feet, you have stood beside the graves of my husband and all your family and the heart was hurting so deeply.
Now we sit with you resting on a camel saddle in our living room in Greene NY watching TV, but we still remember the trail.
Eulalie Sauve La Plante de Mennaine Rathbone
(this letter was written by my dear Great Aunt Eulalie 18 yrs ago. She was an elegant and remarkable Lady. I felt this letter had to be shared)
This letter is addressed to "Feet" ~ Mine!!
We have been together for eighty eight years, dear feet you and I.
now you are tired, misshapen, toes crossing over one another,burning sole and occasionally a blistered heel!
I look down at you and feel sorry that you have to such dreadful looking shoes- but you are plucky, you look up at me and you say "At times we hurt but we have great memories and a long trail"!!
You must remember we have walked in forty six states in the U.S. every province in Canada, in the Grand Canyon, deserts, clay, deep rich soil, good land and the "bad lands" petrified forests, and glaciers in Alaska. We crossed the bridge of sighs in Venice, for a week we went daily into Canterbury Cathedral, such beauty. Early in the morning it was bathed in beautiful blue, at sunset a vision of rosy pinks, in the evening beautiful shimmering lilac.
I can close my eyes now and see the beautiful serenity of it and become enraptured in the memory of the peace and beauty of the place.
Dear feet, we have truly enjoyed much. We have waded in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, the Mediterranean sea, Gulf of Mexico, Amazon river, all of the Great Lakes and have walked on the Alaskan glaciers. we even attended a picnic on the glacier!
Remember the jungle in Venezuela? We came upon a river and saw the fish climbing up the bank to bury themselves until the tide returned.
You will never forget we went every week for an entire semester.
We stood firm and scanned the skies in the galaxy of stars and constellations from a wonderful telescope. It was beautiful and awesome and you dear feet stood so still until you began to hurt.
I wonder "Dear Feet" if you recall how it all started? We lived in Sanborn Minnesota and you eleven years old. Then one day men came and put up telegraph poles. My brother Robert and I were watching them and he told me they were being strung across the entire United States from the Atlantic to the Pacific Oceans.
I was intrigued. I went and often leaned against the pole in front of our house and told myself, "some day you will go from coast to coats. Dear Feet, the seed was planted, we did!
In Boston in the park there is a statue of an Indian astride his horse, his head held high as is the horse's head. High and proud! The statue is titled the Beginning of the Trail.
Later I came across the same Indian and his horse in San Fransisco in a park overlooking the Pacific Ocean, named The End of the Trail. The Indian is bent over his horse's head, and the horse's head is bent very low and exhausted. The Indian and his horse had traveled the route long before the telegraph wires did. It had been a long but very good trail for all of us!
Dear Feet, you have stood beside the graves of my husband and all your family and the heart was hurting so deeply.
Now we sit with you resting on a camel saddle in our living room in Greene NY watching TV, but we still remember the trail.
Eulalie Sauve La Plante de Mennaine Rathbone
(this letter was written by my dear Great Aunt Eulalie 18 yrs ago. She was an elegant and remarkable Lady. I felt this letter had to be shared)
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