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Kudos To Aunt Cassie

Plane Talk Series of Cassie Giles Swing Shift Rivet Girl   ...also my Aunt Cassie

Photograph of Cassie Giles standing in line with many men. She and three other men are holding paper sacks. She is wearing a dark suit with a dark cap and white shoes. The men are wearing button-up shirts with buttons  pinned on the chest and most are wearing hats.(This needs to be the Poster for hard working women everywhere in the world. Thankyou Aunt Cassie!!)

Plane Talk Series of Cassie Giles, Swing Shift Rivet Girl

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Description: Photograph of Cassie Giles, dressed in a flower print dress and apron, standing in front of a stove stirring in a metal pot. On the stove is a covered pan and kettle. On a shelf behind her are dishes and on the wall, there are a roll of paper towels. (Really?? Paper towels? So cute.)

                                         

                                                                 Photograph of Cassie Giles, wearing a dark uniform with a white collar and shoes and dark hat, sitting in a massive pile of riveters. She is sitting cross-legged and holding a riveter in her hand.(This is my Fav...I can tell she got a 'kick' taking this photo.)               

Photograph of Cassie Giles, in a dark suit with a white collar and dark cap, riveting on the side of an airplane. Behind her is a man doing the same thing. Next to them is a plywood board and above them is a metal ceiling with cables.                                       

                                                                   Photograph of Cassie Giles, in high-wasted pants, riding a saddled horse on a dirt road. In the background are bushes, a fence and trees.( I loved to visit my Aunt Cassie and Uncle Roger in Texas, they seemed like movie stars to me, well, I guess they still are. Kudos Aunt Cassie!)

Window Shopping

I seen it in the window and I couldn't resist....

Well, what can I say? I really dont HATE shopping,but I  DisLike it all. I don't like the lines, the prices, and I guess I'm a stick-in-the-mud when it get down to the nitty-gritty Glamor stuff. But I love hearing about my friends 'talk' about their how they went to town and they were looking for STILL looking for some red high heels. I look amazed and say "You STILL cant find those red shoes?" They gaze into my eyes and say "No"....well!  All the drama, all the chaotic turmoil of heartbreak of sale-tags. I know, I'm missing out, but I do okay. I cant say " I seen it in the window, and I HAD to buy it. And I don't go to the Black Friday's Sales either. Sometimes I kinda feel awkward about it, and if I go to walmart, I alot of times put stuff in the cart and just kind a...drive it around in my cart....the shoes, a skirt,maybe a blouse. But what I'm doing is trying to decide 'Now, do I really NEED this....or can I do without it this time?"  95% of the time I put it all back.

Sad isn't it? I guess its how ya look at it. Now I go on-line to Christmas shop, I like that. And how I went shopping to find my husband some new clothes cause he didn't have any. (another chapter)    So here I am, a woman on an island, living vicariously through other women's shopping lives. (plus my feet aint so sore)

Grandma





        Her name was Alta Mae Wood Oxford Montgomery, but I called her grandma. I can't say on it all started with this, even tho I think about her alot, it all began with a sound. I was outside with the gals at a family reunion,(I'm non smoker) and there it was...'SNAP'. Very subtle but powerful. It was the sound of a zippo lighter shutting. I remember that I turned my head, unbeknowst to them, I was searching, for what I don't know. Maybe for a split second in my mind I thought she would be sitting there, maybe I was searching for memories, maybe it was a sign. But that little 'snap' and the smell of butane, it all made me happy. Grandma was a heavy smoker and she smelt of cigarettes,zippo,and peppermint. It  dawned on me I was unconsciously SEEKING for her, I know, that sounds crazy, like for instance, there is a neighbor with long thick pretty nails always polished,and when I talk to her I tend to gaze at the nails like Grandma.

Hey, Fuzzy Britches!!! (yes, love Shawshank)

                What is sexy? All of us have different tastes and opinions. Welch here is sexy. And yes I have had a few moments in the sun also...only a few.(in my opinion). And the last time I got whistled at was at a stop light downtown, and my hair was all up in big curlers, I think I had been walking at the track, you know, doing something... good. I was stopped and there it was. A big how-do-ya-do wolf whistle!  I could of just died!!  And I could of did the middle finger salute, but I don't do that either (Dee's law).  Like I heard it said ' nobody likes a smart- *#@^   I hope I haven't grown into a Prude, not sure what that is but my mother has said it before like a bad word when I was growing up. I would be on my way to church, this is what I would hear, 'Be a Lady,dear.' and 'Not too much make-up '.'Oh,Dee,you need a slip under that dress' I took her advice, but as soon as went to get a slip on (because I forgot it) Dad would ask me to 'Go kill the water moccasin  that was on the bank of the pond', Here I was, slip-less,with the hot Arkansas summer breeze a'blowin', looking thru the sight of a .22 rifle aiming at a big snake, thinking of my bible lesson.    I always thought that I had the best of both worlds, being a lady when it counts and being a good shot when it counts. A girl just never knows.                    A young girl especially, luckily after some good solid guide lines, she is on her own. I would sit in front of my mirror at 15 and 16 and wondered if I was even PRETTY. I would watch movies like One  million years B.C. with Raquel Welch  and then I would wonder 'what's up, lord... I don't get it', I just figured it was like a bad joke that I couldn't understand. But that was Okay cause I was watchin' the guys play pool, of course I would out shoot em at shooting cans and bottles. I would wear my brother's football jacket, and sit in the corner(and watch them play foosball) and just be happy. Then I turned 17, that summer something happened. Moma bought me contact lenses, I dyed my long dark hair into strawberry blond. And somehow I had lost some baby fat. And wouldn't ya know it? All the guys wouldn't talk to me! Silly me didn't put 2 and 2 together. So one day I asked a boy my  age and asked  "Why were they all  stopped talking to me",and in his crackly red-neck  voice said  'Cause you turned pretty'.  Uh!                So here I am, with a wonderful husband,fantasic sons,great Mom and Dad, and a job I love. But once in a blue moon, there is a nagging little girl voice that is still sitting in front of that mirrow hoping to grow up to be Fuzzy Britches.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Taking the Plunge into Blogging

               

                        Blogging is like walking up to a beautiful cliff, spreading your wings and you know ya gotta fly! I have decided to take the plunge to Blog and that's a big deal to me, Im free falling but it feels great...it's freedom, a lightness of soul everyone should feel, to share, to be vunerable, to be a creative person.

    I'm a Newbie to this but that's okay, Its also great that I get to know fellow bloggers, and I hope y'all get to  know me. Maybe I'm a little nervous and I sound pitiful, but I'm BLOGGING by golly!! Here we go,I'm flying by the seat of my pants!                                                

Just checkin' in, y'all

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