Waiting for me this a.m., newly shined.Many years ago when we first started traveling in Europe, there was a quaint custom in even the smallest hotels. If you left your shoes outside the door, they would be polished for you in the morning.
It seems I have a shoe-shine boy in residence, too. Every once in a while I wake up to find my regular old shoes buffed, burnished and dazzling.
This is a photo of Dee I took 38 years ago. The second Saturday after I met him, he offered to polish my shoes! (I took a shine to him right away.)
It seems I have a shoe-shine boy in residence, too. Every once in a while I wake up to find my regular old shoes buffed, burnished and dazzling.
This is a photo of Dee I took 38 years ago. The second Saturday after I met him, he offered to polish my shoes! (I took a shine to him right away.)
I lived in this room in the Steinlechner Hotel when I met Dee in Salzburg, Austria
in 1969.
Dee is the best! He is such a thoughtful husband.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet!
ReplyDeleteI love this about dad.
ReplyDeleteWhat a guy! I can only imagine that it was one of many ways to win your heart Marty. How sweet.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, Steinlechner Hotel! Good memories! But I don't think I ever got my shoes polished!
ReplyDeleteI just saw Shellseekers on your book list...I love Rosemund Pilcher!
ReplyDeleteWhenever I smell shoepolish I think of Dad.
ReplyDeleteLittle wonder you married this man. Any fellow who knows how to court a woman's feet, is a fellow worth hanging onto!
ReplyDeletePun intended?
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