My first job
Saying for the Day:Yesterday is a very special place.
Yesterday I read Gary’s blog and it reminded me of my first job.
I was ten years old and my Aunt Ida gave me the job of rolling the calendars they gave to customers during the Christmas season.
I worked in the back room of Linna’s Drug , the family drug store.
My Aunt Ida was the primary pharmacist and I watched as she filled prescriptions.
In those days some of the pills were made up in the store , not like today where the pharmacist counts pills.
It made me feel important to be part of all of that.
I rolled each calendar tight and put a little seal on it to keep it rolled.
After about one hundred calendars it wasn’t as much fun but I would keep at it.
My grandfather would come in, he lived upstairs, and tell them to let me have a break and get some pop.
It was always good to see him.
His favorite pop was black cherry and so it was my favorite as well.
My dad said that it was a pop that tastes like bed bugs smell but I didn’t care.
It was grampa’s pop so it had to be good.
The drug store at this time of year was full of Christmas junk.
Special displays were set up with bubble bath and things like that.
It looked great and smelled wonderful.
I loved that store and it was a great job.
I got paid a penny a calendar and spent it on penny candy.
You could get good candy for a penny in those days.
News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my garage where the trains still run and people are sure the end is coming.– Today is Thanksgiving and you won’t find a single Tofurkey in all of Pigeon Falls. Vegetarianism never caught on here though every once in a great while somebody gives it a try. This is a community of proud hunters of animals. In fact the truly discriminate family insists that the Tom Turkey be hunted and not purchased in a grocery store. Non of that humanly killed nonsense here. Even Dr. Kevorkian , the death doctor, could not envision people who begged for fresh killed game. They will accept beef from the store because cows don’t run wild. The horrible truth is that it is lots of work to prepare a fresh killed turkey. The dynamics included soaking the bird in hot water until you can remove the feathers, then you have to clean out the inside of the bird. The child of my neighbor got very sick watching the process. That image has been gnawing at him ever since so now he makes the kid stay inside and everything is copacetic . The hardcore hunter will never change.
On Thanksgiving morning there will be a big platter of scrambled eggs and ham with plenty of toast. Then as they sit down to the big meal the head of the family will remind them of all the things for which they are grateful which of course includes the fresh killed and cooked turkey.
No LInk today: It is Thanksgiving. Go have another piece of pie, play with a grandkid, argue politics with a family member, watch foorball, or spend some time counting your blessings and giving thanks. But get off the computer for a day.
Thanks to Cindra Jo for eighteen of the words used in today's Pigeon Falls story.
It was a wonderful Thanksgiving day. The food was great . My grandkids (3 of them) were here. I lost $14.00 to the oldest one. Don't ask how. Thjey are staying until tomorrow. I think the move was worth it. Well I need a breathing treatment.