Sunday, June 10, 2012

So this is the Lane foot, or rather, a Lane foot. I understand from my cousin Helen Noll that it has befallen a number of the younger generation in the large and wonderful Noll family.

When I was born, and they saw that I had my Dad's feet, the story was they wanted to break my toes and reset them.

Today we know that infants and fetuses feel pain; then the assumption was that the non-speaking little ones didn't feel discomfort. 

My Dad wouldn't let them. Thanks, Dad.


It's a woman thing: I wore heels until 2000 when spinal stenosis was diagnosed and my back couldn't handle them.

The first thing you do, said the doctor then, is go home and get rid of all your high heels. 35 pair.

No problem with the stenosis after some physical therapy since. Walking is the best exercise for it. You see the connection?






Photos: A Lane foot, and shoes I can't wear.

They're making shoes like that, but not for me...
I'll take the purse and scarf, but can't you see?
Those sizes triple A, I've got just this to say...
I guess they're not...for... me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_f_mMJAezM

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