
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.
Since I am spending more time with Marie, I am hoping to hear more about her life than I have up to this point. If I do, I will post more of her life stories.
The picture of Marie I added to this story is important because of the old blue sweater that she has on. She was so at home in that old blue sweater. The elbows were darned several times. It had lost most of its color. But it was comfortable. It had a place for her tissues and her "candies". It was home.
I still have her old blue sweater. She was given so many new ones for gifts over the years. I found most of them still in the gift bags. She was just so comfortable in her old blue sweater....