I Remember When…continued again

I remember flying from Hartford, Conn., home to Maine for Christmas when I was 18 and working at Hartford Fire Insurance Co., and the price for the trip was $20, and I got a meal! Also, when the refreshment cart was wheeled up the aisle, there was room on either side to walk by to go to the restroom. Unlike flying today on the elegant Sardine Airlines. With the seats so close and so small that you must become good friends with your neighboring passengers, because everyone was in everyone’s business.

Oh, well, there is not a chance in hell that I would pay the ungodly price to be crushed into one of those flying crashes “waiting to happen!”

I recall that the pay was a pittance, not just at Hartford Fire, but any place that hired us “girls” compared to what it is now, and I had to room with someone to afford an apartment. Our apartment was over a liquor store. I have to admit it was fun! I was a keypunch operator, and if that sounds interesting, the most exciting thing I did was to re-create the cards that the machines mangled so that the “computer operators” could mangle them again. BTW their pay was considerable more than us “girls” pay.

I suspect that they didn’t have to go through the humiliation of the “6-month review” from the big boss with my Manager in attendance. We were told not to say anything except “yes, sir or no, sir.” My Boss Mrs. Bill usually drank her lunch and wasn’t expecting a little hick from the sticks to break the rules.

Surprise! When Big Guy told us that we hadn’t been doing good enough work to deserve a raise, I spoke up and told him how I had been put on the machine to make new cards from mangled ones and had been told by my Boss that I had several “perfect batches,” so I think I deserve a raise. As you might expect, that went over like a lead balloon. Mrs. Bill told me in very clear words that I was lucky to keep my job. The reason I had the brass to speak up for myself was because my Mother said to “always see in your mind the big boss with only his underwear on. And that was one sight I never want to see again.

That is not the last time my mouth got me in trouble, and I might share more later. Ask me about “dating” and our “apartment” conveniently located over the liquor store.

Gotta go, this week, I am trying to finish Book 8 in the Ruby & Nolan series and revise the synopses of my books on my website, http://www.brendacolbathbooks.com. I do that every two or three months to keep them fresh.

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See you next time…

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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.

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