Beamon proves you don’t judge a book by its cover
Doyle and Lucille Phillips Burnett recently celebrated 50 years of marriage. Congratulations!
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Robert Adams of Lufkin enjoyed a birthday in cool Colorado. His wife, Joyce, and their son, Bill, and Kristin, Jake and Hannah Adams joined him for a fun week. On his special day they rode the train from Durango to Silverton and were happy they took jackets to keep warm.
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Gertrude Pouland from Diboll called one evening, and Beamon being close to a phone thought she was trying to sell him something so he hung up on her! Not to be outdone she called back and by that time had mentioned her name. Mrs. Pouland does not hear well and has a phone system to relay messages for her to read. It is a slow process but after I learned that she can talk and I hear her but a person types what I say for her to read, it is not a difficult process. I’ve learned that one has to be patient and talk slowly for the person to type what I am saying.
Mrs. Pouland thought it was funny because Beamon had not wanted to talk to her. After I had not a column in the Free Press the week before she was checking to see if we were OK. Thank you for being concerned about us.
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Timothy Griffith was exiting the store by the time I stopped by, and former classmate Fern Basey and her sister Laverne were checking out and they always look so pretty and have great big smiles when I see them. Frank Clark had been drinking coffee and was moving along toward home. Some come just for the coffee and news (gossip) while others eat lunch at Brookshire Brothers’ Deli.
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In an article in The Lufkin News an item from Geneva, Switzerland, was written about a clerk in an exclusive shop who refused to show a purse to Oprah Winfrey. The clerk told her she could not afford that one. I could not believe anybody in the free world did not know the billionare entertainer, nor could I think anybody would want to pay $38,000 for a purse.
Nevertheless probably because of the color of her skin the clerk thought she could not afford the purse. Lots of apologies were made by the boutique owner and the Swiss tourism office. Not only does the color of one’s skin brand you, but way back when we married being in an 18-wheeler could also make some folks turn up their nose at a person.
Shortly after we married Beamon got a job at the Keller plant in Woodville working on the loading dock. Not so very long one of the drivers quit and Beamon got his job. That was really something he wanted to do, and stay gone he did. He ran from Woodville to California, got himself a load back to Miami, Fla., loaded near there and back to the West Coast. Several times he got a back haul out of Colorado and he said when he got enough money he intended to stop at a western store near the highway that took him to get the load in that state.
He said he needed dress clothes to wear to funerals and my new wife wisdom did not let me ask him when he thought he might have time to go to a funeral. He diligently saved his money and it wasn’t long until he got a back haul by the western store. You have to know that those kinds of stores back then were not on every corner.
He unhooked the trailer and left it to be loaded, drove the 18-wheeler in front of the store and parked. Every clerk came to the windows to peek at him. Somebody finally asked if she could help him and he told her he needed boots and clothes. She headed toward cow lot work boots but he only wanted Tony Lama. Then he wanted shirts, dress pants and coats. No work clothes only funeral clothes.
Several made it a point to be close to the register when the clerk asked how he wanted to pay for the merchandise. Credit cards were not very popular back then and for us, definitely not. If we didn’t have the cash, then do without. She rang it up and it was quite a bunch of money and he pulled that truck driver’s billfold out and started counting out one hundred dollar bills.
He still wears the boots and both coats are in good shape, but too big for him now. We all know clothes and most other items were made to last way back then. The moral of this story is if you work in a public place you ought not judge customers by the way they dress nor the vehicle they drive. But people still jump to conclusions or assume when it is often the wrong thing to think. Even if a person looks like he or she doesn’t have a pot to pee in nor a window to throw it out, at least be nice about how you turn them down.
Sheila Scogin contributes this weekly column about Huntington-area residents.