An Austrian boy receiving new shoes during WWII.
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They look a little big for him.
Suddenly, my problems (all of them) are, very clearly, bullshit.
Why did not he just go to house of hoops and buy some new Jordan’s?
My grandmother grew up with 12 siblings in Austria during the 1920s. She told me stories about how she would have to wear boys football boots to school (that were the wrong size)
Makes you take a minute and appreciate all you’ve
My dad was born in Nuremberg after the war, this little boy looks like him. Pops gets excited about new socks, underwear, and warm coats to this day.
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Not quite during WWII. [The photo appeared in the December 30, 1946 issue of LIFE magazine](https://books.google.com/books?id=ZU0EAAAAMBAJ&lpg=PP1&pg=PA22#v=onepage&q&f=false) with the following caption:
>Werfel, a 6-year-old Austrian orphan, beams with unbounded joy as he clasps a new pair of shoes presented to him by the American Red Cross
And the following article starts off:
>For many of Europe’s children there was a Santa Claus this Christmas. When a big box from the American Red Cross arrived at Vienna’s Am Himmel orphanage, shoes and coats and dresses tumbled out. Like the youngster (above), the children who had seen no new clothes throughout the war smiled to high heaven.
My grandma was 10 during the war in Poland. She didn’t have shoes at all. She knitted a sweater and sold it to buy shoes. They hurt her feet so much they bleed and she couldn’t wear them.
That’s one of the most heartbreaking stories somehow for me (even though of course there are objectively much worse stories from the war in my family)
Oh hey, it’s the image from that album cover of Bad Religion christmas songs.
Such a soul-breaking image. If wars could only be outlawed…🥺
Just wait till he gets the blisters…
The entire US military budget should be spent on shoes for Austrian orphans.
That’s what joy looks like! 🙂
Unless the child is actually a Hobit, the shoes are wildly too large