I grew up with 5 siblings. In the summer we had shoes for church and ran barefoot the rest of the time. We did have to scrape the tar from the street off our feet before coming in the house.
Yeah, my Mother would always say, let me see the bottom of your feet after we were outside playing. If she didn’t like what she saw, a soapy washcloth was supplied.
If you dirtied her floors, you were on the list. I think she and Mr. Clean had a thing going on.