The Grocery Store - Part 2

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I worked throughout the summer for Mrs. Jones. She seemed pleased with my capabilities, and when I was old enough for a work permit, she hired me to work in the store. She doubled my salary to fifty cents an hour. I was thrilled. I worked every night after school from four to six and then as many hours as I wanted on Saturdays. I never worked on Sundays. While my friends were playing after school, I was making money.

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The Grocery Store - Part 1

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My mother received a telephone call from a woman who owned a neighborhood grocery store. They talked for a period of time and my ears perked up when I heard my mother say, “I believe Adele would be happy to help you out."

I was thirteen years old and was excited to think I might get a real job. I was to meet Mrs. Jones (not her real name) the following day at her store to discuss what the job involved and how much money I would be making if I accepted the position.

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My Home

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On Saturday or Sunday afternoons my father would often want to take a little ride. We would pile in the car and off we would go to places unknown. I say unknown because it was always my father’s desire to find a two track road that we had never been on before. Our 1935 Ford would take us through the very bumpy dirt roads, the winding roads and sometimes to dead-end roads. When dad came upon an old vacated house he would stop and we would take the tour. As we were walking through these old homes, I can still remember my day saying, “If only these walls could talk. Wouldn’t they tell a story?”

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Cherry Picking & Ice Cream!

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My mother never worked outside the home. My mother never learned how to drive a car. She was like Aunt Bea of Mayberry.In fact, she looked very much like her. Her favorite attire was a house dress, and an apron was always handy to put on. Our home was always open to friends and neighbors, and cookies were always available for sharing. Many Sunday afternoons became a time when popcorn and fudge were made, and friends were invited to sit around the radio and listen to programs that were funny or scary.

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Ice Cubes, Pot Holders, and a Squirt Gun!

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We had a dime store in our small town. My brother and I would wander through the store and look at all the 'goodies.' We didn’t have any money to buy anything, but it was fun looking. One day I saw a pretty yellow squirt gun. I really fell in love with it. I looked to see how much it cost and it was 39 cents without tax.

As we walked up the town hill to our home, I couldn’t help but think how I would love to have that gun. My father never had a gun in the house so I didn’t get the idea from him. However, I was a fan of Roy Rogers and Gene Autry and perhaps that influenced me. I became fixated on buying that pretty yellow squirt gun.

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