My mother grew up a city girl, a native New Yorker. She remembers owning these skates in her early 20’s and taking them to Wollman Rink in the heart of Central Park. Funny, because I remember being in my 20’s when I tried them out for the first time. I remember wrapping my ankles in heavy socks to keep myself from wobbling (I think someone had recommended that), and then experimenting as I tried to stand up without falling. And believe me there was much falling! The sheer joy of finally getting myself up on the ice was unbelievable! I remember skating around and around and around the rink. Sheer. Joy.
Shoes, or in this case skates, carry memories that last a lifetime. Because these were owned by my mother before me, the memories linger into two lifetimes.
Photo by Lauren Hagerstrom