Finding My Mother’s Skates

Photo: Lauren Hagerstrom

Not long ago I discovered my mother’s ice skates hidden behind sweaters in my closet. It was a sentimental moment for me that brought me back to the time I learned how to skate – with these very skates. My mother grew up in The Bronx, 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. I remember that I was also in my early 20’s when I tried them on 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. There was, of course, much falling, but I will never forget the sheer joy of finally getting myself up on the ice. Sheer. Joy. I remember skating around and around and around the rink for what seemed like hours.

Shoes, or in this case – skates – carry memories. They tell the story of our lives. Finding my mother’s skates, something that she had worn and loved, gave my story more meaning. I am waiting for it to warm up, but I am ready to bring out my mother’s skates once again!

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My Mother’s Skates

My mother's skates

My mother’s skates

Optimized-LGH_150224_5368-EditI learned to skate on my mother’s skates. Not that I am a big ice skater. Not that my mother was, either. But the fact that they were hers and now they are mine means more to me than anything.

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

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