Lint heads!!

An odd car

And now:
I really do not like ‘labels’ such as ‘trailer trash’ I used in a previous entry. My family was referred to as ‘Holy Rollers’ hundreds of times as I grew up. It sorta irks and embarrasses you to be singled out among kids your age by loud mouth smart alecks.
BUT, I just had to do it. I had almost forgotten the term until Jean of Opp used it in a comment.  Unless you have  been associated with Cotton Mills or the Textile Industry, you will not appreciate the term, ‘Lint Head.’ LOL
Before Air Conditioned mills and air filters, walking through a cotton mill the lint was in the air. Most everyone left their shift with lint all over them. No one realized that the lint could kill some folks. I had a dear friend who died due to cotton lint.
Like most ‘jobs’ or occupations, you have no idea what skill it takes to do those jobs until you try it. I mentioned it before that Sherry’s family was associated with cotton mills all their lives. She was raised on a ‘Mill Hill’. Not every occupation is tight knit, but I learned that Mill Hills were like a family.
You were a hard worker if you hung in there at ‘THE MILL.’  When I married my sweetheart she worked in a sock mill. She was called a ‘Looper’. She ran a circular machine that turned constantly and she threaded open toed socks on a machine that closed in the toe. She returned to that job to support us a couple times when I was out of work.
Tomorrow we head south. Due to the shots from yesterday and last night’s trail cameras, the cats are asking me to move their home. Last night they chose a new home due to other cats and coons visiting the home I provided. More in the AM.
Nite Shipslog
PS: All of our parents and most of out brothers and sisters worked in the mills at some time during their lives..