I Remember When…..

I remember when I voted the first time.  It was for John F. Kennedy when he was elected in 1960.  I was less than 2 years out of high school.  I was employed at Dexter Shoe Shop in Dexter Maine working on an industrial machine sewing the backs Bowling Shoes and Ice Skates.  What a fun job. This was the good ole’ days when men were king of the world, and could get away with anything.

My immediate supervisor, let’s call him “Mr. Wonderful” wanted to date me. He would ask me which rink I was going to go roller skating every week.  I would tell him one and go to the other one.

Being a good catholic boy he was thrilled that the Pope would now be running the country because Mr. Kennedy was catholic, too!  I voted for John Kennedy in spite of the fact that he was Catholic.  Everything went well, he was elected and was an okay president.  Besides Jackie was a woman we all aspired to be!

There have been other presidents or their wives that did not inspire me at all.  What I liked about Kennedy was his clever sayings: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

I had been trying to get a raise because I was fast with my hands and could do a case in record time.  The management decided they would “time” me to, in their words see speed of  my “piece work” to determine how many pennies per piece  I would get.  Well, Mr. Wonderful came up behind me and with a stop watch in his pocket proceeded to time me.  Of course, I could tell that he was doing it so I did a lot of movements with my hand and didn’t accomplish any great amount of pieces zigzagged.  He would sake his head and walk away.  As soon as he was gone I wizzed through the rest of the day.

Mr. Wonderful was starting to annoy us girls by touching us, I told him in very plain English never to touch me.  I was on my way out of the plant because I was talking “Union”.  The treatment that the women put up with was wrong on so many levels.

One day Mr. Wonderful came up to the woman beside me and put his arms around her and grabbed her breasts.   He came over to me with the same intention, I told him again do not touch me.  Guess he didn’t take me seriously because I attempted to give him a vasectomy without the benefit of any anesthetic with my shop scissors.  I would have at least scarred him if he hadn’t been fast enough with his hand.  I still have those scissors.

The foreman walked me  to the door and said, “Your services will not longer be needed.”