«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Lois Caywood Guffy«:*´`³¤³´`*:»
In the 1960's it was safe in our small community to
leave children in the car for brief moments
as you dashed into a store.
Our little grocery store was two doors down from a restaurant where I took the children each Wednesday for lunch while my husband was at the cattle sale. The restaurant was owned
by a man who was well known as a "Ladies man" and was at this time, rumored to be fathering three children by his lady friends.
I needed to make a quick run into the grocery store. Since I had seven children at the time, it would have been a chore to take them all into a store with me for such a short time
I gave the older children orders to keep the little ones from rolling the windows up because it was warm outside and not to let them open the doors, nor talk to strangers. The streets were busy with many people who knew me and my large family as well. I opened the door and was about to enter the store when I noticed the restaurant owner emerge from the restaurant, about that time little Karen, our 3 year old, who was just now talking plainly, leaned way out of the car window while pointing her chubbly little finger toward the ladies man and loudly yelled ...."Hey Mommie, there's the man you see in the rest room
all of the time."
All heads turned toward me and I did hear some snicker and others looked puzzled. I went quickly inside and almost forgot what I was going in for.
You can bet when I got back to the car I explained to Karen what the difference between a rest room and a restaurant !!
Lois
1998