Well, a little bit, particularly watching my grandmother take care of her
mother-in-law who lived there. This is the same grandmother of the
grandfather that got into tax trouble.
She worked outside of the home. She worked as a sales clerk in the 30s
which was very very unusual, and she worked for the Jewish family that
had the clothing store. There were, to my memory, maybe two Jewish
families in
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store, and she worked for him. That was very unusual for her to have
been working outside the home. She also was a registrar at the precinct
for voting. Was very active in the community, and very active
politically. I have always thought that I got some of my political
interest from my grandmother, Florence, because she was always out in
the community and I think what both she and her husband taught me was
that community is important, and again, even though my grandfather got
into trouble, he was also in the Rotary, the Jaycees, and did a lot of
civic things. And my grandmother, as I say, worked outside the home;
also worked as a registrar, and the other thing that they did that was a
little bit unique was they always worked at the county fair. Shelby had
the largest county fair in the United States. It was started by Dr.
Dorton, the same person that the Dorton Arena is named for. He is a
veterinarian who was from Shelby, and he started the North Carolina
State Fair as well as our local fair and my grandmother always worked as
a judge of the pies, cakes and jellies at the fair. At Christmas, we had
a ritual. They always bought the prize winning country ham, and every
Christmas eve we had the same menu. We had country ham, rice, green
beans, pound cake and cheese biscuits. Now, another thing that I found
out about my grandmother later on, was that she did not always make that
pound cake. It was her recipe (Here comes the train by my house. We are
going to have to stop until the train goes by.) Anyway, many years later
I
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pound cakes. She paid somebody to make them for her, and somehow I liked
her even better to think that I had this grandmother who could choose
whether to be in the kitchen or not. Not that being in the kitchen is
not great; I love to cook, but she could choose, and if she would rather
be out working at the store, she would have somebody make the pound
cake.
My
other grandmother, who I am named for, Julia, was just the opposite. She
was a complete homebody. Her job was to be the perfect homemaker and she
was. She had two separate rose gardens to cut from. In the front yard
those were the flowers for the people who walked by to see. The cutting
garden was in the back yard, and when my grandfather plowed for the
vegetable garden, he plowed about four or five rows that were planted
with nothing but flowers to cut. So, there were fresh flowers in every
room, every day. Meals were, as you can imagine, country breakfast,
because before breakfast we had been up picking vegetables since 4:30 or
5:00 in the morning in the summer, and would come in and eat sausage and
liver mush and baked apples and sliced tomatoes always in the summer.
And eggs and grits and biscuits. Lunch was generally two meats, corn
bread, biscuits, and five or six vegetables, and then supper was usually
cold. Leftovers from lunch, but quite a feast.