B announced to me yesterday, completely out of the blue, “I’ve got us a little road trip for later.” I said, “Today later?” Turns out that’s what he meant. I’m sure he told me how he came upon this but anyway, he found a kayak float trip he wanted to scout out. It was about 60 miles away. We drove there and back. It was foggy the whole way and it made for a beautiful ride. We just passed site after site of scenery begging to be photographed. I don’t know if I’ve ever been on a car ride that was more visually stunning. These are all photos taken with my iPhone. I can’t wait to take that kayak trip. In a couple more months, when everything blooms out, this place will look entirely different. Believe it or not I actually missed a lot of shots because I was taking them all from the road and B gets a little fast for the speed of my iPhone once in a while. I’m fumbling trying to end this post. So, I’ll just say THE END.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I posted about Robert years ago on an old blog and I reposted it years later on another blog. Here is the post from the 2nd posting.
Last week I had to drive by Robert & Virgie’s old house 3 times. It’s out of the way for me and I don’t go that way often but last week was a little unusual. A little bit up the road before I got there I thought, as I usually do, that I should stop. I’ve always wanted to in all those years it’s been vacant. The urge was just a little stronger on that day. I pulled in the overgrown driveway, running over a few trees that have started growing in it. I snapped a photo and then I went inside. As soon as I walked in I saw the attic opening and I thought that before I left I’d take a pic of the steps leading up. It was not my intention to actually go up. I looked around a bit and took a few more pics and then headed over to the attic steps. Once I looked up I realized it really wasn’t much of a shot. So, at that point I decided to go up and maybe take a pic back down them. I got to the top and took a few pics around the two rooms. I saw the wreath made of thread spools turned upside down so I turned it over. I wanted to capture it because I knew those spools probably came from the factory. As I was about to head back downstairs I noticed a card beside the wreath. I froze for a second thinking of the odds that this might be a card that we gave to one of them. I moved it a bit from where I originally found it and took a pic of the outside.And then I opened it up and this is what I found:My heart almost stopped. Robert had kept a birthday card that we all signed for him. It was such an emotional moment for me. It brought a rush of feelings of so much. All of us together, a time when we didn’t know that the factory would come to and end, Granddaddy and Grandmother still alive and sweet little old Robert stopping for a bit to chat, leaning on that broom like he did. I picked it up and brought it home and I will always hold it so dear.
Friday, March 22, 2013
In 1983 he went into business with a partner. It was George & Lucille in partnership with Glen & Lorene and they called the business G&L Apparel. Our whole entire family worked there at one time.
Things started out slow there wasn’t enough money to sustain both couples so George bought out Glen.
Time went on and things started looking up and George had said all along when he started making money he would do more for his workers. He started paying holiday & vacation pay. The vacation pay was based on how long you’d been there. Soon he had enough money to provide a portion of the workers insurance and no matter what happened he never took any of it away.
In 1994 NAFTA happened. I read all the information that was sent out on it and I warned him that we would not be able to stay in business but he would not give up until there was not a contract to be found. He had to get bank loans to pay the payroll sometimes. He’d find a way to pay it back but then there came a time when he couldn’t so he took a 2nd mortgage on his house. He died without being able to pay it back. He filed bankruptcy on the company but it was the kind you pay back. He could not stand leaving people hanging for debt he incurred so he used a portion of his monthly Social Security check to pay back his debtors. When he passed away my Uncle Jerry continued to pay for his house so my grandmother wouldn’t have to strain herself to make it month to month. When she passed away they used part of the profit from the house to pay Uncle Jerry back what he had to put in.
I remember the day the auction house came in to sell off the company property. I remember how no one hardly showed up so most of the stuff went for almost nothing. My grandmother was so distraught, worrying about how granddaddy was taking it. It was such a hard day for our family. When it came time to sell the almost new mop bucket and the bid was a few dollars my grandmother picked it up and said it wasn’t for sell. She came back over to me and said we paid almost $50 for that mop bucket and I’m not going to let them give it away. Everything went except for that mop bucket. It was still in the out building at their house when she passed away. I think that was her way of making a stand against the feeling of losing everything.
George was a wizard at making money for other folks but when it came down to his own business his heart was too big to make it work. He paid people’s light bills when they couldn’t. He paid for a worker to go home to see her mother up North before she died because she would not have been able to afford it herself. He paid peoples doctor bills. He bought the windows in his old family church back home in Georgia. He gave money to anyone who asked. He told me he was building the business so that he’d have something to leave us so we’d be taken care of when he died. He tried so hard to do that.
My Granddaddy did so much good with his life, things no one would ever know because he never told that sort of stuff about himself. There were a few people who think he lived high on the hog off the backs of his workers but they do not know the truth. He lived in a 3 bedroom 1200 sqft home and he drove a 1977 Oldsmobile that he still had when he died in 2002. Grandmother had a newer car, a 1996 and she drove it until she passed away in 2007.
I have to say that it wasn’t just working with my blood kin that made this place a home and a family. We just all cared about one another. We laughed, cried, lived and died. We celebrated birthdays together, holidays together, births of our children together. Everyone remembers the day that Jo and Iva Lee finally “took it outside.” It turned out that Jo only tweaked Iva Lee’s nose but that story has been told over and over. We remember when my brother Joey snuck a gold fish in Viola’s steam bottle at her ironing table and she thought it came through a line. We remember the time that Jo sung happy birthday to Bobby in the office and over the intercom. We remember Bobby’s version of happy birthday and I’ll share that now:
“Hope you get some to-night. Hope you get some to-night. Hope you get some, cake and ice cream, hope you get some to-night.”
People still tell me that working there was the most fun job they ever had and how they miss it.
Those days are over for now but maybe one day they’ll find their way back for another generation. It makes me hopeful when I see a thing like this. My grandfather would have loved to have seen that. If he was here today I’d set him down with my computer and show him that video and we’d probably be scheming right now about how we could make something like that work for us. If he had been linked in like folks are today he might have found a way. It’s kind of like NAFTA paved a way for the electronic world and now folks are using the internet as a tool to bring back the world NAFTA took away. That makes me happy and I know George Holton is somewhere smiling knowing someone made the thing happen for themselves that he never could.
Stay tuned for the post about what brought this all back to me.