Sunday boots – muddy boots I very often heard my mother speaking about an old Mr. Reese coming to the old church [ed., this would have been before 1857] with his Sunday boots under his arms, going up to the winding stairs to the pulpit, taking the boots off he wore to the church, standing them in a corner, putting his nice boots on, and then taking his place in the audience.  After the services, the dirty muddy boots would be put on again.  I am unable to tell just which one of these fine old Reese men it was that wanted to be especially clean while in God’s house.  My mother was born in 1842. [Back to tales of 1700s and 1800s ]