Back a few years, a place like this in the spring would signal a fine time to check out the holes Mom had repaired during the winter in our comfy, gum rubbers. When a slice in our rubber boots was detected, Mom got busy. She'd go to the closet and locate the small tube-like tin and find a rubber patch that would fit the best. Next, she went inside the boot found the area, prepared it by gently sanding the spot with the tin's cover, applying the glue-like cement, taking the paper off the patch and sticking it on the cut. Given her boys almost 24 hour use of their boots in winter and spring, the repair jobs worked pretty well. Sometimes the damaged boot was beyond repair and soon warranted a trip to Zayre's Department Store (Compare, you can't do better than Zayre!) for a new pair. Spring water like this, though, was always the big test. And no matter how hard we complained and begged, the new gum rubbers would not grace our feet till November. "Those feet of yours are growing and inch a day!"