Does a childhood rhyme ever creep into your mind where you find yourself saying it out loud, to the bemusement of those around you? Susie’s Galoshes always pops into my head this time of year, especially waiting to cross a busy intersection where the snow gets all dirty and mushy and isn’t quite ice nor any longer snow and the slush has nowhere to go but onto your feet. My girls still look at me as daughters sometimes do when their mothers come up with a saying or verse and I’m sure that they wonder “where in the world did she hear that?” and we mothers just know that the day will come when they will say something that another child or adult will be as perplexed about.
I was looking for a picture of galoshes and this one popped up , to which I popped up with “Oh, those were my galoshes” and they were. I had a pair of red galoshes (that splished and sploshed) that were just like these. I didn’t especially like them as they weren’t like the other little girls’ galoshes that were lined with fake fur and zipped up the front and didn’t clash with everything they wore. But my galoshes kept all the slush out, well, except in the deep snow, where it crept in over the top, making my tights and leggings all wet and my feet all cold by the time I sloshed home.
I googled Susie’s Galoshes and, mush, I mean, much to my surprise, there it was, with an author and words and even the instructions to slide across the floor when Susie splishes and sploshes along in the slush