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Mystery of the shoe in the wall

Jun 22, 2008 04:30 AM


FEATURE WRITER

Mystery of the shoe in the wall

The child’s canvas shoe, entombed for decades, has the grey, dead look of a flattened mouse. Holes in the toe and the heel are roughly stitched with red thread, and a scrap of dark cotton has been poorly sewn to the rubber sole.

I’m loath to touch this object, which my husband found within the plaster walls of the small house in Etobicoke we’re rebuilding, and long to throw it away. Yet there is mystery to it. Who did it belong to? Why was it hidden? Was it lost or put there purposely? If the latter, for what reason?

We’d found other discards in the course of construction. Whisky bottles from Gooderham & Worts fell out of the eaves. Vanilla extract bottles, mustard tins and an OXO mug were retrieved from beneath the floorboards.

Most often we found what we took to be remnants of workers’ lunches – milk bottles, the remains of a pork chop, magazines (we presume they were used to wrap food) including Canadian Motorist, Live Stories (sentimental tales for women readers) and a cowboy adventure periodical called Ace-High Magazine. They are all from June 1925 – we can imagine a family 83 years ago doing what we are doing this summer, building a house.

But there was something poignant and haunting about this shabby running shoe – its poverty, of course, but also the fact that a child, perhaps a 6-year-old, had worn the life out of it.

A visiting friend with some knowledge of folklore believed the shoe had a function. She was familiar with the centuries-old English superstition of secreting shoes during house construction for good luck. They have a name: “concealed” or “concealment shoes.”

A call to Elizabeth Semmelhack, curator of Toronto’s Bata Shoe Museum, provides details. She gets inquiries from homeowners who have found shoes while renovating 19th- and early-20th-century houses. (In Britain, the practice is so common there’s a registry of concealed shoes.) The Bata, the world’s largest shoe museum, has one concealed shoe – a desiccated man’s work shoe – in its collection of 13,000.

Strangely, when she talks about the most common concealed shoe, it seems she’s describing the very one we found. “Typically, it’s a child shoe and it’s well-worn, extremely well-worn,” she says. “Who had the money to put a brand new pair of shoes in a wall? Often, it’s a single shoe, put in to keep away bad luck, though it’s morphed into a symbol of good luck.”

The metal aglets – sleeves on the tips of the laces – are a clue that our shoe dates from the Twenties or Thirties. Eventually, looking at a photo of it, Semmelhack can’t say definitively that the shoe is of that vintage or is indeed a concealed shoe, but it seems likely.

The shabby patch job is another hint. “It looks like the repair had nothing to do with making the shoe more wearable,” she says. “That makes it more likely it was repaired to function in an apotropaic role in the wall rather for the child to wear it again.” “Apotropaic,” she explains, is the term for an object used as a talisman to ward off evil, like a charm bracelet. By stitching the shoe, it became more of a vessel to contain bad spirits.

When she renovated her Danforth-area house, Semmelhack concealed a pair of her husband’s shoes with a note explaining why his Kenneth Coles were in the walls.

Most often concealed shoes are placed in chimneys or over doors and windows – “areas of the house considered susceptible, or weak, where something could come into the property,” says Josephine Hickin, shoe heritage development officer at the Northampton Museum and Art Gallery in England.

She adds that shoes are one of the few personal items that retain the shape and, according to some beliefs, carry the spirit of the owner. The concealed shoe is connected with the animist notion that the shoe is “protected by the spirit of the owner. And children are believed to have a stronger spirits than adults.”

Traditionally, shoes have been symbols of authority also linked to fertility – remember the old tradition of tying old shoes to the car bumper of newlyweds – and good luck.

The study of concealed shoes began in 1957 when June Swann, keeper of the boot and shoe collection at the Northampton Museum, and a fellow curator each received a half-dozen shoes for identification. Most had been hidden near chimneys. Swann could find no literature on shoes concealed in houses. She wrote in a 1996 article in Costume Society Journal about how her curiosity was piqued especially by the discovery of a pair of child’s boots in the thatched roof of a cottage in Northamptonshire. “I had this vision of a tiny child on the thatched roof,” Swann, now 79 and retired, told the Star, “and I wondered, `What kind of family does this?’ … Not being superstitious, it took me a long while to convince myself that all my finds were (put there deliberately).”

Since then, the Northampton Museum has become a repository of concealed shoes. It has a collection of 246 of them and a database recording some 1,700 hidden shoes found around the world. Some are from Ontario – including a pair of brown boots, from 1830 to 1845, discovered in a house in Palgrave, and six ankle boots, dating from 1870, from a house in Kincardine.

Most of the shoes in the index are from Britain, but concealed shoes have been reported in Germany, France, Australia and the eastern U.S., especially the New England states. While a few date from the 15th century, the practice appears to have grown more common after that, peaking in the 19th century and then falling away after the 1930s.

Almost all are thoroughly worn, most beyond repair, and suggest working-class owners; nearly half are children’s shoes. Some have been found with knives or other sharp objects, chicken bones or cat bones and may be linked to some kind of ritual sacrifice. (We also found a pair of skate blades in our walls.)

Swann notes in another article that the study of concealed shoes is incomplete, in part because of the “reticence of the finders of footwear, which is usually in a disgusting condition,” and because tradesmen working on old houses will discard shoes, not knowing their significance.

We know, from searching property records, a farmer named William Golding owned our Etobicoke house in the early 1920s. But by 1925 it belonged to Thomas Bruce, whose name appears on the magazine labels. and who was a stock keeper and salesman for Hyslop Brothers, a bicycle manufacturer at Victoria and Shuter Sts. Golding may have left the house unfinished – some dwellings in the area were built as cottages – and Bruce may have put in the plaster walls.

Following the Northampton Museum’s recommendation, we will likely return the shoe to the walls, not out of superstition, but in the spirit of continuity. And we will adopt a new perspective on the shoe as suggested by Elizabeth Semmelhack, who says, “Think of it as a symbol of a new beginning for those people. They have a child and want to keep bad luck at bay.

“The shoe is devoted to hope in the future.”

Friday The 13th, My Survival Story!

This past Friday I experienced quite the series of unusual events.  I am not a very superstitious person and I personally look forward to those special Fridays.  I always enjoy a good scary movies or to delve further into the paranormal… I really appreciate the supernatural on those days.  Well, I usually do all of those things anyways, but even more so on the 13th.  On this particular Friday the 13th my husband and I were driving west on the 401 when it really started to rain, monsoon like, and my husband mentioned what day it was.  As soon as he did an 18 wheeler nearly side swiped us.  If he didn’t slam on the breaks we would have been toast.  I do admit I screamed like a little girl!  My heart nearly jumped out of my throat.  First the crazy rainstorm and then the near death experience. OMG what was going to happen next!!!???  Well then we had to stop for gas so when hubby was pumping the octain our car started to roll.  I was a bit shaky from the prior incident that I was a bit delayed in popping the emergency break on.  My husband said I wanted to watch a horror movie, however, I did not want it in 4D lol!  I wonder if people who believe that Friday the 13th is negative actually amplify it’s detrimental effects.  It’s as though my husband was tuning in the bad vibes to actually cause almost harmful things to occure.  Thank the Lord I was there to cancel the negative energy!  We were very lucky to walk away without a scratch.    

       

Canada Malting Silos located in the Toronto Harbourfront on the foot of Bathurst Street. Only one of two silos remain today. The silos were built in 1928 to store malt hops for the Canada Malting Company. Deemed an important work of industrial architecture, the concrete malting towers were a new innovation, they would prevent fire because grain elevators had been previously built out of wood. In 1944 a round office was added to original construction. Abandoned in the 1980s and set for demolition, the Canada Malting Silos were deemed a heritage site by the City of Toronto.  They were to be converted into a music museum or theme park.  Instead it just sits there inviting the curious into it’s very dangerous midst.  Speaking of which… last night at approximately 1:00 a.m., we were enjoying the view of the city, and noticed a shining flashlight piercing the ebony sky from the highest point of the eerie malting plant.  We scrambled to find a flashlight and when we did start shining it towards them they responded with more light, along with a beam of red… I assumed it was from a video camera.  I wonder what they found?  Flashes also lit up spots of the plant from many different cameras on various floors.  I wonder if the culprits are going to post it all online?  I have only walked around it’s outskirts and never ventured to enter because I have read up on it and have come to find that it’s dangerous so I keep away.  I also feel a substantial amount of negative energy and you know me and negative energy… I just can’t stand it.Â

Canada Malting

It’s for sale: Haunted, boxy, loads of gaudy murals (and morals) steps from the TTC, and full of spirits. Both kinds

By MIKE STROBELÂ

The Toronto Sun Website

(Newsflash: The Sun building will be listed for sale, publisher Kin-Man Lee tells staff. It’s too big and he doesn’t want to be a landlord. So … )

Hurry!!! Primo!!!! Won’t last!!!!

KING STREET CUTIE!!!!!

Sidesplit, 300,000 square-foot red-brick jewel in the heart of red-hot Olde York.

Historic, original 1970s Box of Brick style, with STUNNING addition and makeover in Late 20th-Century Revival.

Steps to TTC. In fact, be careful or be schmucked by a streetcar. Perfect location for flipping bird at drivers during sudden transit strikes.

Parking for 190, plus 351/2 baths, including toilets for 94, urinals for 21, and showers for 15 very, very close friends.

Let’s party!!! Spacious living-dining. Finished basement. Three full kitchens. Water coolers, which have heard some amazing tales.

No bedrooms as such, but comfy couches galore and countless stairwells to curl up in.

Comfort Room, to entertain a special someone or unwind after cleaning 351/2 washrooms.

Let the sun shine in!! Or gawk at the stars, and I don’t just mean Liz Braun. Skylights soar above Gone With The Wind central staircase.

SWEEPING VIEWS

Stock up on Windex. 232 windows in assorted shapes and sizes, and you keep the vertical blinds.

Light fixtures stay, including some wires we’re not sure what the hell they are.

Picturesque 3.92 acres, with sweeping views of the lake, CN Tower, financial district, Betty’s bar, Zoulpy’s deli and Fire Station 333.

Newer roof.

Security PLUS! Sixteen cameras. WHAT!!!?? (Not in the comfort room, Mikey.) Steely men in uniforms also available.

Zoned commercial, but we can fix that. Mayor Miller luvs us.

PLUS!!! a ton of other bonuses!!!!

Wall-to-wall carpet, potted plants, pot-lights, any pot left in the entertainment department, and 50 tons of Goss presses, for that busy modern family with heavy printing needs.

One of a kind haunted room!!!!

Everyone who has ever occupied a certain second-floor office has been fired. Rare opportunity for business owner with problem employee. Or family with problem child.

Other spirits abound, with names like Rimmer, Big Red, Shaky, Mac, Moneypenny, the Moaner, the Baron.

Did we mention the murals?!!

Kick back with a brew and feast your eyes on the history of Toronto parading across your very own Front St. wall.

Or the Donato masterpiece in the breakfast nook, lampooning many celebs.

Andy says it’s worth $4.5 million in today’s market.

But, for you, FREE!!!! If you buy this property before Canada Day.

Shows like a model!!!! Fully equipped photo studio. SUNshine Girls not included.

DEDICATED HORDE

A dedicated horde of parking officers on King St. You can bloody well have ‘em for all we care.

Also: An oasis in the city!!! A jungle of ferns and small trees, some real, some suspiciously shiny.

Umpteen framed photos of Joe Carter celebrating his 1993 World Series-winning homer.

Stacks of old newspapers and any journos found slumbering therein.

Several dust-coated but collectible IBM typewriters. Museum quality.

I think I recognize John Downing’s pawprint on one of them.

Income potential!!!! You could house Kitchener in the basement.

Sorry, not included: Incidental bald columnists.

Or the Headless Argo photo. Already gave that away to a friend of the Headless Argo.

Or the fish tank in Paul Godfrey’s old office. It’s gone. Sprang a leak, a day before the kitchen served Seafood Chowder Surprise.

Or the best damn newspaper staff in the country.

This whole deal will take months, maybe years. Terms negotiable. We’ll rent back, or we’ll move out.

I wonder if the Eclipse Building is available.

Rare find!!!!

Stop looking!!! You’re home!!!! Move in!!!

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