I usually wore braids at home no matter how short my hair was. I'm wearing someone's waitress uniform just cause I liked it. It was not mine and I never wore it anywhere but home.
Still not ready for my close up...
Me and Foxy. I hate this photo. I'm standing in front of the chicken house holding a bike with the dog in the basket. It was usually my job to clean the henhouse. God, how I hated that job. I didn't even like to go in there for the eggs.
I had mistakenly named this image Sue and she looked at it and never corrected me. It was me, for sure wearing some God-awful hat we got somewhere. I really didn't care how I dressed or what I looked like. I knew someone would be offended by my looks but mostly I just didn't care. If it looked funny I put it on. There were times when I was fat and times when I wasn't but nobody ever told me I looked nice even though at times I felt like I did.
When I was younger, I would get up in the morning and get dressed for school thinking I looked clean and neat. One of my sisters usually Anna and later Enid would say, "Mom are you going to let her go to school looking like that?" Mom always let me go as she didn't think I looked that bad to complain about.
Some people will say now that I was lucky to have all the sisters I have but that's because they never had to live with them. We, and I include myself in this statement, were not always nice to each other. Sometimes we treated each other downright awful.
One morning I got up and put on a full skirt of black and white stripes and a nice blouse. This I think was when we lived here but it might have been another house. I got to school and it was only then that I smelled something bad. Somehow I had sat in a chair that some cat had had an "accident" in. It didn't usually happen. They mostly did their business outside unless one was sick.
I dashed into the girl's room and washed it off my skirt. I was so embarrassed but if anyone in school or on the bus notice they never mentioned it. My sisters would have told me about it if they had smelled it. On the bus were so many farm kids and a lot of them smelled of the barns that perhaps my unfortunate order escaped notice.
We had a temporary young minister once and he told us a story about when he lived at home on a farm with chickens. He said he made a hole in the feed sack and let the feed fall on his chest while he lay on the floor. The baby chicks picked the grain off his chest. He thought it was a funny story. I cringed at the thought of even laying on the floor in there. I didn't even want to walk on it.
Me in that uniform and see the bare feet. I only wore shoes when I had to go somewhere or it was cold. I'm standing in mom's garden. She grew vegetables and flowers here. I once sent away for some cotton seeds and grew some of the plants here. I got it to bloom but the season wasn't long enough to do anything else.
Mom decided one year to plant Castor bean seeds. They grew into these tall palm like trees but the girls and mom all broke out in huge yellow itchy bumps and the doc said they were allergic to those plants. I was not so it was my job to chop them down and dig them up and get rid of them. We thought of them as Castor oil plants and never knew till years later that they contained a deadly poison.
Just clowning around here. I put black waxy eye pencil on my two front teeth so I looked like they were missing.
I don't know why I liked that uniform. I don't remember ever wearing it again. I think maybe I just tried it on and wore it that one day while Mom was taking goofy photos of us.
