Wednesday …The other women in my life, besides Sherry! …shhhhhhhh…

 Today’s picture

 

Making cotton yarn, pic from the net

So for today:

I must admit there have been important women in my life.  My mother of course. She must have paid for 40-50 churches (1930-1960 African churches were $50 to build) She made and sold flower arrangements. All this while organizing the ladies of churches and working with them.

The next admired, Sherry’s mother. The things that lady accomplished working in a cotton mill and birthing 7 kids. Like most families, the older kids took care of the later kids and at times even carried them to the mill to be breastfed at times.

 Do you remember when it was common and NOT ‘a shame to breast feed a child’ even in public when necessary. NOW, Financially, on mill workers’ salary, she did wonders with their income. (she started work at 12yr old at 5 cent an hour.) When she married it was 25 cents an hour. In her 50s she had a heart attack; she was making about a $1 and hour when she became disabled.) She managed for them to own two small homes (one a rental) and even had one built for a handicapped brother.

Now the serious girls in my life LOL.

There is Carla. A good friend of DIL Corrine. At one time she was a professional house cleaner; when Sherry was working full-time she hired Carla once a week to clean our home.

I was building houses at the time, so during the day I was in and out of the house when Carla would be cleaning. To keep from surprising her, when I opened the door I would yell, “Honey I’m home!” I laughed out loud when she stuck her head around a door and without missing a beat said, “And how was your day?”  That became a habit. We laughed as I called her my second wife.

Another is Peggy Moody. Her husband Billy is a lifelong friend of mine. Our families go back to the 1930s. Billy laid carpet at times for me. Several times I called their home when I needed to talk to Billy about a job.

Once, when she answered the phone I said, “Hey Peggy, is Billy Home?”

Without missing a beat she came back with, “No he isn’t, come on over!” She cracked me up. I miss those close relationships, the joking, the fun, the fellowship of real close friends. fresh wit, I love it.

Life is still good, but at times you miss the past.

 

Nite Shipslog

PS: 

AGAIN THANKS for reading the  Shipslog.  I thought everyone had the BEST mama, but I have learned different over the years, that is not necessarily so. Hold on tight, there are bumps in this road of life.