Today while I was at Marie's house, I visited with her while she was eating her lunch. After ten years I thought I had heard most of her life stories, but I was in for a surprise.
She said, "you know I was in a hurricane when I was sixteen." She then started to tell me about her traumatic experience.
She wanted to go to a movie that night. Her mother said she didn't think she should go because she had to work the next day. True to form Marie went anyway. Not only did she go by herself, but to the late movie. Clark Gable in a movie that I can't find in his archives. I live a block away from her and I can't remember the name of his co-star. Oh well, that part doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that the trolley quit running at 11:00 P.M. and the movie got out late. The manager wanted her to stay at the theater because of the terrible weather, but she started walking home.
She could not walk her normal route, because of the storm, so she had to take back roads through two cemeteries. She named them.
When she got home hours later, she had to bang on the door so that someone would let her in. Only minutes after she got in the house, the neighbor's barn blew into her yard.
Of course, the next day she walked to the place where she met the girls she went to work with. Even a hurricane wasn't going to mess with her work schedule!! Her work friends told her to go ahead and go back home because the hurricane had made it impossible to go to work. She fretted, even now, because she had to miss three days work.
I feel that the work ethic in the "thirties" was much more in tact than it is now.