I Remember When…..

I remember when I voted the first time.  It was for John F. Kennedy when he was elected in 1960.  I was less than 2 years out of high school.  I was employed at Dexter Shoe Shop in Dexter Maine working on an industrial machine sewing the backs Bowling Shoes and Ice Skates.  What a fun job. This was the good ole’ days when men were king of the world, and could get away with anything.

My immediate supervisor, let’s call him “Mr. Wonderful” wanted to date me. He would ask me which rink I was going to go roller skating every week.  I would tell him one and go to the other one.

Being a good catholic boy he was thrilled that the Pope would now be running the country because Mr. Kennedy was catholic, too!  I voted for John Kennedy in spite of the fact that he was Catholic.  Everything went well, he was elected and was an okay president.  Besides Jackie was a woman we all aspired to be!

There have been other presidents or their wives that did not inspire me at all.  What I liked about Kennedy was his clever sayings: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

I had been trying to get a raise because I was fast with my hands and could do a case in record time.  The management decided they would “time” me to, in their words see speed of  my “piece work” to determine how many pennies per piece  I would get.  Well, Mr. Wonderful came up behind me and with a stop watch in his pocket proceeded to time me.  Of course, I could tell that he was doing it so I did a lot of movements with my hand and didn’t accomplish any great amount of pieces zigzagged.  He would sake his head and walk away.  As soon as he was gone I wizzed through the rest of the day.

Mr. Wonderful was starting to annoy us girls by touching us, I told him in very plain English never to touch me.  I was on my way out of the plant because I was talking “Union”.  The treatment that the women put up with was wrong on so many levels.

One day Mr. Wonderful came up to the woman beside me and put his arms around her and grabbed her breasts.   He came over to me with the same intention, I told him again do not touch me.  Guess he didn’t take me seriously because I attempted to give him a vasectomy without the benefit of any anesthetic with my shop scissors.  I would have at least scarred him if he hadn’t been fast enough with his hand.  I still have those scissors.

The foreman walked me  to the door and said, “Your services will not longer be needed.”

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

%d bloggers like this: