Lynn's Notes:

My mother had very few pairs of high-heeled shoes, and the ones she did have were too good to let me play in. When I begged her to let me try, she took me down the hill to the Salvation Army store where we looked through the fancy second hand shoes until I found a pair that were small enough to fit me. Almost. They were red patent leather with a small buckle on the toe -- far too stylish to be clacked around in by a child. My mom told me they were good quality -- more expensive than the ones she could afford. This made quite an impression on me and I actually looked after them!