Buttermilk & Bar-B-Q

 

My momma and my Aunt Wanda both worked at Lenox Bar-B-Q in Houston, Texas at one time. I did too. In fact, it was my first job at the ripe old age of 12. I worked setting up the catering parties and got $35.00 each time I did. I learned how to fold a napkin into a Bishop’s hat, a Standing Fan, a Swirl, a Lily, and a Crown. I also learned the proper way to set a table. I would help with the serving of coffee, tea, or water and even at catering parties, people tipped me. Thought I was the cutest thing they ever saw, dressed up in my white shirt, black bow tie, and black skirt, trying to be all grown up like. Skinny as a twig young girl wrestling with pitchers of water and such. I accepted their tips with a wide eyed thank you each time.

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Cousin Julie and me. That’s me on the right, hamming it up at age 8

At the time, I thought $35.00 was a fortune. I was rich! I helped my momma buy my sister’s and my school clothes with what I made. We didn’t have a telephone at home and momma told me we could get one if I saved for it. I saved for what felt like forever, she lived up to her word and had a phone line put in. Momma was big on teaching me you have to work hard for whatever you want in this life. I guess growing up during the depression will do that to you. Continue reading