Aren’t these sidewalk footprints the cutest thing? They are somewhere around 75 years old.
I’ve lived in my house for 26 years. The house was built c. 1946 by one of the ‘founding families’ in our county/small town. One of the additions (neighborhoods) in our town is named after this family. The sidewalk was laid at the time the house was built. I know this because of the assessment pictures in the paperwork for the house show this sidewalk in the earliest assessment picture.
The owners who built my house had two daughters. I’m guessing these footprints belong to one of those little girls.
Over the years, I’ve asked people in town who might remember the original owners of this house about these footprints, but no one remembers anything about the girls other than to confirm the family had two girls. As luck would have it, I mentioned I was using the footprints picture in a blog article today, and my husband said he vaguely remembers hearing a story that the dad in the family didn’t want his girls to grow up in this county and marry a poor farmer, so he sent the girls away to attend school somewhere else far away. They didn’t, in fact, return here and settle down.
The dad would have lived through the Dust Bowl years, and this county/town is smack dab in the center of the ‘bowl’. It was a rough time for people here. The dad was a banker and did some real estate business, which is where he made enough money to leave a legacy in the form of a substantial educational scholarship fund for county graduates to apply for every year for at least the past 50 years.
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Until we meet again,