08/27/2026
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When I started working for mom and dad in 1983, I was paid minimum wage. It was $3.35 an hour. I was paid for 40 hours a week, I worked 55 hours a week or more, most of the time. We worked holidays, weekends, and evenings. What ever it took to make the store a success. Dad did the buying, mom did the cleaning and I did the lifting.
Even when I got pregnant, I was still lifting. At 7 months my doctor told me to start taking it easy. I over did it a couple of times and had to sleep with my legs propped up. Don't worry he came into this world perfect. All 9.7 pounds of him.
I was ordered to take bed rest for 6-8 weeks after delivery. I was in labor 6 days and he was a big baby.
After 4 weeks, my dad had to have emergency surgery. I had to go back to work. That was in 1991. That was the start of dads health problems. That's when I had to start taking over the buying and the running of the store.
Mom was a trouper. She took care of dad, worked the store, did the books, washed all the linens for the store, and always had a smile on her face. She worked more hours than any of us. She was the most positive person I've ever known.
She had all the major holidays at their home and cooked for all of us. At Christmas she made dozens and dozens of cookies to give to everyone she did business with. Like her bookkeeper, the girls at the bank, the lady that did her hair, and of course all the customers. She did this all after working all day or all week. She was so giving.
Having your own business takes everything you have in you. Especially if you care about it as much as we did. It was a life long love, and yes I miss it dearly.