By the way, Anonymous, from now on at least sign a name so I have something better to call you. Do I know you from somewhere?
One question that was asked was this: "What did you do at the catalog company?"
I was an order filler. Every half-hour, I believe it was, I was given a bundle of tickets; I'd push a big cart up and down the aisles in the section with sheets and other bedding, "pick" the items on a ticket, tuck that ticket with its items, toss them in the cart, and go to the next. When I was done and my cart was filled, I pushed it to an order checker, who would make sure I had filled the orders properly.
Later on I was moved to the yard goods area, so there wan't a cart any more. I remember pulling the rolls of material from a shelf behind me, laying them on the table, measuring to the length stated on the ticket, cutting and folding, and tucking the ticket into the fold. But for the life of me, I can't recall what I did with them after that!
A joke amongst the workers at National Bellas Hess was to call it, "Hell-of-a-Mess".
I was working in the yard goods section the day I heard Kennedy had been shot; a young black lady (back then I would have said "colored lady") who worked with me there began to cry when we got the news the president had died, saying, "I feel like I've lost my father."
We didn't get a paycheck there; we got cold, hard cash, what little there was of it, stuffed into a yellow envelope.
The other question Anonymous asks is "Where and how did you meet your prince?"
I'm going to skip over a lot of stuff here that would make interesting reading, but I do keep some things to myself. Oh, if people only knew the things that go unsaid on this blog.
A seventeen-year-old girl named Rena started working at Bellas Hess, right after I had been jilted by the first and only boy friend I had ever had. She and I became friends. One evening I went home with her and met her oldest brother, Cliff, as well as her little sister Charlene and her mom and dad. Within six months, I married my prince.
The sister who introduced me to Cliff now lives next door in our old house.
And there you have it.