Thursday, March 11, 2010

Get Back Lo-etta

Working at Green Giant for the summer was almost as good as scoring a gig at one of the car plants. One season Mom worked there on the pea line. She befriended the woman next to her who affectionately called her a “Lo-etta”. It was warm and somehow appropriate as the name had a sort of southern corn-pone ring to it, as in “Oh look Big-Daddy, Lo-etta’s nearly finished the peas!” Before long everyone called mom by that name and weeks passed before she discovered that the Dymo label maker which printed out the nametags skipped the “r” in Loretta.

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