Aunt Virginia Konesky Irwin Sepia Saturday Week 32 (click here to other Sepias)

This week I share more about my favorite aunt, my mother's sister,  who passed last year and  here we are in PA in 1986 (not at all Sepia)  during one of our visits home from CA.  Me on the left, Virginia on the right.   She was more than a 2nd mother to me and to this day I don't know what would have become of me if it were not for her and my grandmother Rose, her mother.    Her name was Virginia but in Polish it is , 'scuse my spelling here, Vierczinka, which led to the name her family and friends called her, Jinx.  In 2005 when I went to PA to stay with her through some surgery she got very annoyed at the nurse who  refused to call her"Jinx" because the nurse thought that was  demeaning  and this little lady was not a Jinx.  I had to explain that it was from Polish and that my aunt did not consider it demeaning.

Virginia was born March 1, 1922 to Teofil and Rose (Ostrowski) Kochanowski.  I have mentioned that Uncle Carl, her brother changed the family name to Konesky and she used that too.  Today I am featuring a few of her photos at work including one of my favorites where she is driving a forklift.  Jinx always encouraged me to do unusual things, she might have been one of the first feminists in the family though there was not a name for it back in her time.  She was always one to strive for the unusual jobs, was quite mechanically inclined all her life unlike myself and that is just one reason why she admired Jerry, my husband, he's mechanical and handy too.  In this photo from 1996 when she and Mom visited us in CA you can see them both with Jerry; Jinx in one of my sweaters with her arms around Jerry, me standing and Mom on the  right.  At times I think they liked him more than they did me!  If there was ever a disagreement within their earshot, they would both side with Jerry immediately. My aunt always said, "You got a good man there, Patty, one of the best."  That made me proud too.  Jinx was never one to sit still though and even on a visit took it upon herself to clean my house, for which I was grateful.  Mom would have been just as happy to not work, but with Jinx around no one could be idlel.  This was the trip where they made 10 apple pies and put them in the freezer for Jerry because I was too "busy" at work to bake for him! 

Here are two of her earliest photos in high school, where she took  secretarial classes and told me once that she wanted to take an industrial class but of course back in PA in  the 30's that was not to be. She said she had figured that she would be working in a factory if she  could get hired and she knew right away that there was more money to be made on the factory floor than in an office.  The photo to the left is in 1939 one year before she graduated.  She was always proud to have graduated from high school because she was  the  2nd girl in the family to do so, her sister Francie the first.  She lived in the same valley area all her life and was still proud when they had their 50th reunion.  She had kept her 1940 senior yearbook which I donated it to the People's Library for their reference collection when we cleared her home; 1940 was one volume they were missing and so it is available today to researchers. She'd  like that because she did not  waste anything.  This photo to the right is her senior year 1940 and she looks so very serious, likely  thinking about so many things and what was to  be ahead.  You will notice how thin she is, a life long trait, despite a huge appetite.  No one could believe how Jinx could eat because she always remained thin.  Her mother said she took after her Grandfather, Rose's father, Frank Ostrowski whom I've shared in other Sepia weeks.

But since I decided this theme would be her at work, let's get on to what she considered the ultimate, a job at the Pittsburgh Plate Glass Company, known as PPG!  Wow, she thought she could make a fortune; she and  her girl cousins all landed employment in the Glass Company, though Jinx would continue to work there over the years and the cousins would  quit to stay home once they married.  Here she is in 1943 standing down the railroad tracks from the plant in Creighton.  She worked many different shifts there and as the family had no vehicle she took the bus to work.  After she made friends at work it was a real treat to be picked up by coworkers who had an automobile  for 50 cents  a week, avoiding the bus route.  She said some  people wanted the ride but the bus was cheaper, so they didn't want to spend the money.  She thought they were cheapskates because if someone gave them a ride for free they took it but she did not begrudge spending 50 cents  for the door to door service.  I learned  early on from her that sometimes "you have to spend money when you are working"; she called it  "working expense" and was ahead of her time in that consideration.  They worked in the factory but they wore these dress uniforms of chambray, I know that she sewed her own and  also  sewed uniforms for  other women who would pay her for her labor.

I don't have the actual date on this photo but here she is on the forklift, I think it was about 1950.  Someone previously posted about the preservation of union and  shop cards and my aunt had hers as well.   The story with the forklift is another about her tenacity.  She told me that they needed volunteers to learn to operate this thing and that no one wanted to do so, least of all the women.  So she stepped right up because she was always one for things mechanical and thought whatever she could learn would put her that  much farther ahead of the next person.  Well, she got the job operating the forklift,  a task much easier than other work with a promotion and a higher salary and then all the women got mad at her.  She told me about this when I was in elementary school and worried when friends would not talk to me when I made straight A's.  She said that sometimes in life, when you get successful people get jealous and that I just as well learn that early.  This is one of my favorite photos because of the life lessons involved while  I never aspired to work in a factory I learned from her to  not be afraid to try new things to get ahead.   I see the equipment is Hyster, still in business today.   Researching I learned " Hyster started as a small manufacturer of winches and lifting machines used in the logging and timber industry of the United States’ Pacific Northwest. The name originated from the call of the laborers who would shout “Hoist’er!” when a log was ready to be lifted. A few years later the first forklift trucks were invented and Hyster quickly gained its reputation for rugged quality. Over eight decades Hyster has continuously developed its product offering and service network to become the leading international player it is today."

I became her "job" she always said.  Here we are in 1945 when I had begun to take my first steps.  She would stand me up against a tree or fence outside on a lawn and be close enough to catch me, calling me to walk to her.  For some reason I was more willing to walk to her than to my Mom, so she and Mom decided that Jinx would get me to walk.  I also seemed to do better outside than inside on a safe flooring, as my curiosity became rampant.  When Mom stood me somewhere and  stepped back I'd cry royally and just sit down insisting Mom come back to get me, but I didn't do that with Jinx.  Who knows why but then I turned the corner and  they said real trouble began, I insisted on toddling everywhere and you can see she is restraining me here, there is no place I wouldn't toddle off.  Even with Mom when I would fuss if picked up because I wanted to be loosed upon the world. 

In 1951 she became engaged to someone whose name I never did write down, here she is at an engagement party  notice the red roses corsage.  She said they announced their engagement  following the wedding of her friends.  Up until this time everyone was sure that she would remain an "old maid" living with her parents and to tell the truth she was quite satisfied that way, working and being at home.  I tell you she was career oriented.  Whoever this first man was is lost for all time now, but I do know that he was killed in a tragic accident before they married.  Jinx was insisting on a proper waiting period and she said she did not want to give up  her job at PPG while he though she should.  So she was not going to jump right into anything.  She always liked working and making money and was not  convinced she should give that up to get married.  How different she was from the other women of the day who were more than willing to be out of the workforce at home and raise their families.    Many years back, she gave me his diamond ring that I  sized down to wear on my middle finger. I should have gotten the name  back then but didn't and she didn't want to discuss it anymore. 

Here she is in 1966 with Grandma Rose and my mother ,Helen who is  holding her small dog, Poncho.  This was after a weekend picnic gathering after she and Uncle John whom she married in 1956 were living in Freeport PA.  By the way, John had no objection to her working and so she continued to do so.  I have written elsewhere on this blog about her and Uncle John Irwin.  Just last week I shared the spinning wheel on of the many treasures from the Irwin family.  

I close with this last photo of her at a dinner sponsored by PPG for 104  employees for  40 years at the Creighton plant.  Holding her recognition award, her clock, is plant manager Russel Crane while Chairman of the Board, L. Stanton Williams shakes her hand.  There was a  time in the 1950's when the women were  laid off and sent home as the men returned from the war and needed the jobs.  My aunt went to work as a supervising seamstress at a blouse factory then for several years, but she wanted to go back to PPG.  In the 1960's there was a need and when they recalled her she had turmoil.  She hated to leave the blouse factory where she was doing so well, but PPG would pay more and offered better benefits, so she bid Ship N' Shore farewell and went back to PPG. I have this Seth Thomas clock today, which she proudly received and as she warned me so long ago, I keep my fingers off it, only Jerry winds it.  She knew that I never inherited the mechanical ability she had and it was best to keep me away from anything that relied on adeptness.

In her memory, my Aunt Jinx, Virginia Irwin, 1922-2009.  I would say rest in peace now, but I know she is busy somehow stirring the clouds above and still working!

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After the storm

Call me  strange but I have always loved a big howling storm; something about the thunder and lightning and sheets of  rain coming down so that you cannot see through; an experience that involves all the senses.  When I was a kid I always wanted to  be out in the rain but was always pulled back inside and cautioned to stay away from those windows.  Our home in PA had a big front porch so I liked to sit out there but if it lightninged Mom made me go inside.  I guess a howler is not so frightening from the inside of a secure home.

Well last night here we had a humdinger of a storm right on the  edge of tornadoes.  No I don't want or need to experience a tornado because sometimes I think I have  or am already living in the land of Oz like Dorothy when it blew her from Kansas. Where oh where are my ruby red slippers, I've already encountered flying monkeys.   But today the skies are bright blue and clear and all around town there are trucks pulling small trailers filled with limbs heading for the disposal where everything will be crunched into free mulch for those who want it.  Here is one man at it on Oak Street, taken through my SUV windshield.

We were very fortunate here as only limbs and leaves came down, like this one in the back yard, nothing very significant. We were protected and are thankful.   Oh one of my angels who normally sits on the back rail flew into the yard but this morning I picked her up, whole and ready to sit guard again, although she needs a good cleansing and a patch to her broken toenail;  come to think about it, the wind whipped right  past our back yard so she did her rightful duty if you can believe such  things.  Even our dinky plastic chairs stayed in place, odd because so many others had overturned things, broken, etc.  The oriole feeder was still in place and the black and orange are right back at eating jelly today. Just lots of clean up, not what we'd planned today but you know the old saying, we plan and God laughs. 

Just two blocks over, a friend was not so lucky as their front tree came down into their yard, still it could have been worse as it was in other parts of town. This  one did not hit their home nor their carport. 

 Right across the street their neighbors left tree limbs in the drive and went to work, it will wait.   

At the Shepardson's (Jerry's cousin & Kathleen,friend) another big old Oak will be gone; seems they keep getting hit by the storm. If I didn't know better I would say that someone in the Great Beyond is out to get them, because this is the  second storm where they have lost trees, limbs, major damage with close calls. 

On my way up town to capture some photos of Main Street and the clean up I swung into Milo and Kathleen's and that 'hood really got it.  Still fortunate though because it is in the back yard and hit no part of the house.   They will have to employ more  tree removal service again soon though.  Here's Kathleen among the limbs of a used to be grand oak.  

That street is going to have to be renamed from Oak Terraces.  All the 100 &  200 year old oak trees are being storm wreaked and coming down.  The birds will miss the trees and the residents will miss all the shade.  Fortunately even this approach to the front which got it in the previous storm had no damage to the home. But there is no entering their driveway now until the debris is cleared.   And two doors down from them   an old tree crashed onto part of the home and   destroyed the vehicle in the driveway. 

Below is the used to be grand old oak in their back yard that came  apart  in last night's storm. You saw part of the limbs where Kathleen was in their midst.

There were some kids out looking around this morning too and one little boy was so obliging to have his photo taken in the stump of this gorgeous hemlock that was uprooted on Main Street.  His friends were more shy but he was proud and full of giggles. 

All around town it's the same story today.  How can the sun shine so bright after so much darkness?  That's life exemplified.  All we can do is get back up the next day and start clearing out the debris.

Two more reads Pontoon and Overton Window

I always get a laugh out of Garrison Keillor's writings even though  I absolutely disagree with him politically.  He does it again with "Pontoon" published in 2007, which I picked up somewhere and decided it was a good light read for  travels, the trouble is  there are so many funny passages I had to read them out loud to Jerry too as we drove along to southern IL.  "Pontoon"  really hit my giggle buttons because now we live in MN, the site of Lake Wobegon and among Norwegians and Lutherans, the folks in his writings.  "Pontoon"  is vintage Keillor especially the final funeral scene, I laugh out loud recalling it. Sometimes I wonder what he's drinking or smoking when he writes; share that secret please!  Here is a very over all  summary because there is so much that happens to so many characters, that I can't cover it all here. 
When Evelyn dies, her daughter, Barbara discovers  that her wishes are  cremation, to be stuffed into her bowling ball and dropped into Lake Woebegone!  There, you see what I mean about what does he drink while writing.  While Barbara proceeds to carry out these wishes she gives up alcohol which has been a problem for her but a coping mechanism; she enlists her  bedraggled excuse of an adult son to assist; he hooks up with an Elvis impersonator and things really start to gel.  Meantime Deb Detmer, a local girl who went to CA where she made a fortune  specializing in  veterinary aroma therapy returns home for a celebration ceremony (not a wedding) to marry Brent,on the Lake in a pontoon  presided over by Misty Naylor, from the sisterhood of the sacred Spirit.  Enough happens to call the celebration off but not some of the arrangements which collide with the funeral.  Then there are the visiting Danish Lutheran  ministers,  agnostics, shipped  away from Copenhagen to get out of their Bishop's hair and who Fred must escort.  The Danes cannot wait to leave for more exciting Western states, but little can they begin to  imagine what they will encounter as they feast on giant shrimp kabobs at Lake Wobegon and imbibe too freely.  Enough, it makes me laugh just trying to describe it.

 He adequately describes lutefisk which is something I have tasted here only once and cannot fathom anyone eating, but they do.  Pg. 185, " Lutefisk is cod that has been dried in a lye solution.,  It looks like the dessicated cadavers of squirrels run over by trucks, but after it is soaked and reconstituted and lye is washed out and it's cooked, it looks more fish related, though with lutefisk, the window of success is small.  It can be tasty but statistics are not on your side.  It is the hereditary  delicacy of Swedes and Norwegians who serve it around the holidays in memory of ancestors who ate it because they were poor.  Most lutefisk are not edible by normal people." I am vindicated because I finally here in MN found a fish that I cannot eat, lutefisk.  Before I met it I would say that given a choice I'd always opt for fish, but now at these dinners I opt for the Swedish meatballs right away. 

There are references throughout to the statue of the Unknown Norwegian in town, other characters including Evelyn's sister, Flo who want the  traditional church wedding, and Evelyn's secret lover Raoul.  You gotta read it to get it! 


I borrowed "The Overton Window" by Glenn Beck from a friend and wondered  when it would get better.  It is vintage Glenn Beck with lots of far out ranting.  If you ever see Glenn Beck on TV you can hear him reading this novel  about Noah Gardener successful businessman in his father Arthur's PR firm.  Trouble begins when Noah meets Molly Ross, a revolutionary subversive.   I would have waited a long time to read this and not missed a thing.  It is far out, shades of political nonsense such as we are now living and yet beyond that.  I hope this does not forecast our future.  I have a  2nd cousin who is an LDS church member and way more conservative than I am.  I remember hearing her views years ago about this New World Order plot.  Well the Overton Window is just like that, New World order and beyond, where do we run, where do we hide.  Fortunately I'd had a good laugh with Pontoon before reading this.  Typical Beck where at times the writing stimulates  thought, one memorable  part, on page 7 "..people think about age and experience in terms of years but it's really only moments that define us.  We stay mostly the same and then grow suddenly at the turning points." 

Spinning Sepia Saturday Week 31

I share another mystery this week with this photo of a young woman, date unknown sitting  at an empty spinning wheel. Since there is no  wool nor cotton wad (what would they call the stuff in process?) on the wheel to be spun into threads or yarns, I assume this photo was posed.

I rescued this lady of the past from my aunt's basement in PA last  year when clearing out her home.  I know it belonged to my Uncle John Irwin and I believe it is the same spinning wheel which we inherited from Uncle John and brought from PA and which sits silently  in the corner of the study today.   Several other places on this  blog I have written some about my Uncle John Irwin and his family, most recently  on March 2, 2010 about our Red Dragon Chair, also inherited from Uncle John Irwin. The following link can take you there or you can look at March, 2010 on the Archive sidebar on the left and click on Our Red Dragon.    http://patonlinenewtime.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-red-dragon.html

This photo is in an old wooden frame, (you can see part  of it in the photo above) covered with glass but not in very good condition, somewhat faded. Removing it from the frame to scan would have been more of a challenge  than I was  prepared to tackle, so rather than scan, I took a picture of it.  The heavy wooden  frame is sealed on the back and  enhanced with old nails bent over into the frame.

I think this  spinner woman is an ancestor of Uncle John's mother,  whose photo I share here,  always known to me as Mrs. Irwin, Jessie Ayers Irwin was quite the grand dame, you can detect  in her photo, that grandness, elegance which frightened me as a youngster who had to behave strictly in her prescence.    Jessie Ayers Irwin whose family traces back to the Revolutionary War, well so do the Irwins, traveled extensively and had many treasures in her home, but she especially liked those from her own heritage.  I recall the spinner photo from Mrs. Irwin's home when I visited her as a  young child; it hung above the spinning wheel which she said was very old and used by her ancestors.   Some day the  photo of the Spinning Lady and the wheel itself will make it's way back to the Irwins,  through Chris, John's grandson, who found me through this blog and the Dragon tale.  We met in PA in May and I was able to give him family mementoes of the grandfather he never knew.  But that is another tale that centers on the wonders of the internet.

It is really is a Sepia print in prime and maybe others have ideas as to the age of the photo.  I took some of the spinning wheel today where it rests quietly, in it's retirement. There have been some repairs to it over the years, but  Jerry who examines all antiques and especially anything made of wood is convinced this wheel must date back to  late 1700's.

 Oh if it could tell the stories of  previous activity!

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4th of July Sepia Saturday Week 30

It took some rummaging through photos  to find  these 4th of July family celebrations.  Growing up I recall we spent most 4ths on family picnics at the old swimming hole but no one took photos of those events so they exist only in our  memories.  However  way back the family used to take photos whenever they gathered and I found  this collection in my Aunt Virginia's albums.  She passed away last July so it seems  fitting to show her on the  fourth.  She, mom, their sister Francie and all their cousins who were  daughters of their Aunts Mary and Veronica (my grandmother's sisters)  spent most holidays together. My grandmother and her sisters were all daughters of Frank Ostrowski of whom I have shared other sepias.  They took more photos in the summer, good weather, outside as likely they did not have very sophisticated cameras;  I remember seeing some of those old "brownie" cameras and the film that had to be developed, waiting a good week or two for photo results, but I digress.

We start out with  July 4th 1942 taken at Aunt Mary  Janosky's home  where  the families gathered.  Here on the porch are Stella Janosky, Josephine Roginsky, my Mom-Helen Konesky who was not yet married to my father though they were dating, my Aunt Virginia Konesky with her back to them returning to the kitchen and  Helen Janosky leaning over the rail.  What I find amusing is that they are all dressed, with aprons  covering their clothes and even wearing  high heels.  It must have been a dress up gathering!  Mom appears to have some one's military hat on and Stella appears to have just removed it from her head and is fixing her hair.  Likely Joe Janosky, one of aunt Mary's son's (cousin  & brother to the girls)  was home on leave  because my aunt  wrote on the back, "Helen with Joe's hat." Maybe they dressed up because one of their own was home over the 4th and they honored him.

Now it's 1943 and  four of the girl cousins have traveled to Lake Erie, PA where it might have been cool because they are wearing coats and jackets, but at last I have a 4th of July photo with flags prominent.   This was titled "near the lake on the  fourth" the cousins are Aunt Mary's girls-- Helen, Stella and Jean Janosky and my Aunt Virginia Konesky.   I have no idea what they were doing nor how they got away and it must have been quite the adventure to travel this 100 miles from home to celebrate.    They are still dressed up heels and all.

But now it's 1944 and this is my favorite 4th  photo because these gals mean business! I find it striking because here again the girl cousins of the Ostrowski clan are together again, all the men are off to war. The girls are hanging tough!  I also have always found this photo sad,  because  as you can notice some one's leg sticking out the back on the right, that was my Mom, pregnant with me having just lost her husband June 20th.  I guess she did not want to celebrate climbing the flag pole with the girls, at least that's what I surmise.  My aunt said they  surrounded her anyway and dragged her along to all the family events.  It was a good support system for a young widow. I wish she had at least  gotten in the front for the photo shoot to see me in progress but  back in that day it didn't happen.  Mom appears to still be dressed up but notice than now all the  cousins are wearing trousers and all appear to be the same pattern.  By this time most of them were working in the plate glass factory, doing their Rosie the Riveter like jobs.  At the bottom of the flag pole, Jean Janosky, then  Loretta Roginski (hand in the air), my Aunt Francie Konesky who would leave after this and join the army herself, and  Helen Roginsky with my Mom, Helen behind her, now up the  pole from the bottom,  Helen Janosky, my aunt Virginia again, and Stella Janosky on top.  Note that within the family  all three sisters had a daughter named Helen, I don't know how they kept things straight.  My grandmother said she named Mom after her stepmother, Helen, who was Frank O's 3rd wife and I do not know if Aunt Mary and Vernie did the same with their daughters.  The name Helen goes back to Poland in our genealogy.

I am now part of the Sepia's as in November I had arrived on this planet and here in July 4 1945 I'm in  my Kewpie  doll baby pose ready to become the subject of many photos.  This 4th finds me with my Uncle Carl who is about ready to ship  out to Europe and  got to come home for a day on his way to Europe.  You recall my uncle Carl for a couple weeks of Sepias.  He was USArmy  809th Tank Destroyers, a sniper and  such a good shot that he became an instructor but he was now to go to the front himself. The skills with the gun likely came from growing up hunting with his father. 




July 4th 1948 and in this photo I am ready for the festivities, squinting into the sunshine as has been mentioned before,  hair combed up  and back and bows holding it.  In other photos my hair is all over my head and I'm not so neat and clean.  My grandmother Rose stands behind me in the door way.

Happy 4th everyone, those are the only Sepia 4th photos I could find.

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Back North out of this heat

It has been a lot of fun here in DuQuoin, IL at the Fleetwood Motor Home Association Rally and reuniting with friends made last year in WY at the first rally of this group, BUT, this heat and humidity is absolutely not for me....no way no how, not now, not then!  When we chose to relocate out of CA I drew the line at humidity with self awareness that it was not something I could tolerate.  I do not like heat either but then so many use that excuse, "well it's dry heat.."  Forget it, I lived in 100 degree Sacramento sweltering  while being dressed daily in suits and panty hose and it's just as hot! 

I appreciate  four seasons  so would not want  a perpetual summer.  You may remind me of that when it gets frigid this winter and if we are immobile in MN.  But this heat and humidity would find me inside like a mole in the air conditioner which makes my throat tingle after a while, and without gardens.  So places south were out of the question  for retirement relocation although I love TN.  This week in southern IL has confirmed wisdom.  We get that white fluffy stuff that has to be shoveled in MN in the winters but it is not oppressively hot so I will be happy to journey back north!.

But another comment  has arrived, on my blog from my 2nd cousin's grand daughter who found my blog looking for information on her ancestry and her great grandmother in particular. I wrote about my Great Aunt Frances Mroz back several Sepia Saturdays ago  and my Great Aunt Francie is  Amber's great grandmother.  Trouble is Amber did not leave a way for me to reply to her request and her astonishment about finding family information on my Sepia Saturday posts.  I have had such success with these hits and expanding our family base. 

So I am taking time to post to the blog in hopes that Amber will return and send me her email address to establish contact.  Odd that she found the blog and commented but did not leave a way to reply.  I hope she follows up and reads this so I can pass along information to her some of which she can glean from my blog.   

Unknown Bride for Sepia Sat Week 29 (Click Here to See Others Posts)

This beautiful bride is one of three identical  sepia photos  I found among my family--one at Mom's when she died, one at my aunt Virginia's house that we cleared out last year after she died and one at my Uncle Carl's among a folder labeled only "some cousins."  That all three (sisters and brother)  had this photo leads me to believe they knew her and that perhaps she married into the family and became a cousin. But then because they all had an identical photo of only the bride, perhaps she is the cousin.  It is odd that there is no photo of a complete wedding party, nor of bride and groom. Mom had penciled  1942 on her photo.   I believe I have seen  this same woman  in other snapshots somewhere in my family archives.  We are on the road in our RV and I have little time to post but have a few scanned  photos on my traveling thumb drive, so I offer this mystery bride from sometime in the  1940's. She is posed grandly by this arch and the sides appear to have palm fronds, unusual for PA.  I have never seen another similar photo of a wedding pose in the family collections... Also the month of June is nearly done, and known as the month of weddings, so this mystery bride seemed appropriate for my Sepia posts for June. 

PS... After Nancy's comment and others echoing same, I do believe she is not a bride at all but some sort of pageant winner!  Why  couldn't I think of that?  That explains lack of wedding party photos, no groom, etc.  Still the mystery of her is to be solved, perhaps revealed as I continue to dig through old photos....With this determination, I can point out the benefit of working with all the Sepia posters, world wide, together we can share and help each other solve some mysteries in our photos.!


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From Nordstroms to Dollar Stores and WalMart

It  has  just occurred to me again, as several times here in retirement land, how different things have become from my frantic  career professional days.  Today I have joined the ever increasing numbers of folks who browse the Dollar Stores searching for unknown bargains.   I shun most trinkets  in the Dollar Stores, made in China, but finding brand names like  Kleenex, Scrubbing Bubbles,  even Suave for $1 encourages me.  I notice locally the stores are filled with the college kids and many others as well, a far cry from CA where the yuppies wouldn't look twice.  Here in the Midwest where the economy seems far ahead of the left coast, people  are more cognizant of getting the most out of the dollar.

Jerry said years ago that I had become the queen of Walmart on our RV travels.  Well sometimes we do pull our   motor home into  a WM parking lot for a quick and free overnight stay and then it is very convenient to go inside and pick up a few items.  I have learned that merchandise can vary across the country, for example in New Mexico the attire was  bright and ornamental, appealing to the Hispanic populations. 

How different my world is today!  Back in my career days I had a personal shopper at  Nordstroms who would call me for the best sales, newest suits, wardrobe updates.  And I usually always bought something from the attire she had ready for my trying on.  Today J C Penney's and good old Wal Mart carry most of what I buy with an occasional trip to Herberger's or Macy's.  But today knit tops,  tank tops, shorts, jeans, capris and utmost casual attire  are my preferred garb.  It's way cheaper!  Even then I sometimes ponder, "I could sew this  for less"

Heck today I even get to Curves, bike around town for errands or take off in our motor home as right now without a drop of any makeup, lipstick, mascara or eyeliner, just my trusty lip balm.  Used to be at least I swabbed on the  mascara and eyebrow pencil, now, I feel perfect freedom to go as I am.  I never would have done this before in CA when I always  made sure I applied  mascara, liner and shadow to run to the grocery store!

Before we moved I donated so many women's clothes and shoes  to the women's shelter in Auburn for which  our church held an annual clothing drive event.  After we moved and more of the same attire sat in my closet I donated even more to a local similar place where clothing is free to women needing a hand and entering the job market.  I have not bought a suit since 2003!  I retired in 2004.  I have retained one  black and one  navy suit and a few of the fabulous knit ones that I became fond of, Weekender brand which was washable, saving lots of $$  on my weekly drycleaning.  Actually most of my working attire is all gone, but then I lost weight and trimmed down too so much no longer fit well. 

These thoughts just came meandering by at how my life has changed in retirement.  From Nordstroms to the Walmart and  $Dollar store!  I have become fascinated by the Dollar Stores across the country as there are  variations in offerings depending on region, too.       Another  find and favorite is my  local Aldi grocery stores with limited selection, but very good prices; when we travel we frequent an Aldi's when we can as well.  To think I shunned it for a long time because they charge 25 cents for the cart, refundable when the cart is returned to it's place, saving them loss of carts in parking lots.  Besides Aldi's has the very best European dark chocolate candy bar!  Finding bargains was not always on my mind but now I have become almost in an obsessive  contest with myself  in how much I can save!  Things change in retirement for sure.