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I am not sure when I began thinking about being an entrepreneur, but I know I was at least a teen when the thought first came to me. I thought it would be cool to have my own business, choosing my hours and having the capability to employ others, even family. I was not sure in which direction to create this entrepreneurial opportunity, but I dreamed! In my neighborhood, where I grew up, there were several stores owned and operated by the owners. We had the local grocery store—Mr. Cook owned on the corner down the street from my best friend’s house. Around the corner from him was a restaurant (a diner). It was owned by a well-known family in the neighborhood. Their burgers were great! Across the street from the grocery store was a liquor store…which I was not allowed to visit! It too was family owned and operated. Two or three blocks on the other end of the street was a laundry mat, pizzeria and a convenience store. All of which were owned and operated by families that either lived in the neighborhood or did live and have now moved out. My first skating rink was owned by that same man that owned the pizzeria…that was my first job when I was younger.

Years later I cut and cleaned a ladies yard…she told her sister and cousin. After doing their yards, I then did a neighbors and another family member. Before I knew it, I was cleaning yards every weekend. It felt great to have my own “business” and have the chance to hire another person to help me. For weeks we worked and raked and cleaned. Because I started in the fall, my services went into the winter with shoveling snow from driveways and sidewalks. We also dug it out of the gutters. That was my first entrepreneur opportunity—a lawn care service. I left Kentucky and moved to New York (up state) and had to let the business go. But, no one forgets their first anything!!!stock-vector-pictograms-representing-people-doing-field-and-backyard-hard-work-103911977


A wedding day is something that most little girls and even adult women dream of. It is the day we dream about designing or shopping with family and friends for that perfect wedding dress. We even have the colors for the wedding all picked put. I had the man, and I chose several different colors before the actual day. I started with a white dress with a gold and red theme—red was my favorite color, at the time, and gold reminded me of him, and it was also the colors of his bed room and my living room and bed room. Then I went to a descending or ascending (which I could never make up my mind) blue to white or white to blue for my wedding dress. I went back to a white dress and a pink theme. That did not last long at all! I decided to leave my dress white and just changed the color themes—gold was the next color, a beautiful mustard gold. I found the perfect color, so I went with it and purchased over ten yards of fabric for the brides’ maids, whoever they were going to be. David’s bridal has a sale every year, and I found a dress that made me feel like a princess at a ball. I was ready…well he still needed to ask me. I lost that dress at the cleaners…that was my fault. So, when the day actually came, I had to make my own which I thought about many times. I started on it months before the wedding, and it fit me like my skin, snug and slightly tight.BW WEDDING 001

After making the dress, I got so nerves about marrying him I lost a whole dress size before the wedding; and at the wedding, it began to slide off!!!


Just a normal day after church. Earlis and I headed to his house to see his brother off; he lives in Dallas. We had planned to go out to eat afterwards, I thought! When we got to the house his brother was already packed and loaded up and ready to get on the road. They talked back and forth with one another and we all hugged each other. Then Earlis asked me to come in the living room for a minute, and he placed me in the middle of the room. He started talking to me about how God puts people together and how He has His own time and manner of doing things, while kneeling on one knee. I should have known what he was up too, but it still escaped me. The time I spent praying and dreaming and hoping and waiting for this moment, I should have known. I remembered thinking to myself, why is he saying these things. I was happy that he was talking to me in a romantic way and holding my hand in front of his brother as he held the camera videoing the whole thing (his brother). He is kind of on the quiet side, and a bit shy, too me, and I love the way he teases me about not listening to him, at times…he may be a little right. I am just simply overwhelmed by those lovely eyes that I have other things on my mind concerning him…lol! Then I realized what he was saying to me. He was asking me to marry him, and I got really excited and yelled, YES! He kept talking (like I did not say a word), and I just started crying. I had imagined him asking me to marry him in various ways. I thought he would do it in front of my sons or at church or at an intimate dinner with just us two. He really gave me a memorable moment!!!IMG_0724


Every Saturday morning my mother would wake my siblings and I early to do the yards. Now this work involved cleaning, raking, bagging and moving or planting bushes or flowers. While the work was only done in the summer and spring, it was still a task that I did not care for at all. I felt that landscaping work was not my job/career, which I did not have at the time seeing that I was only a young child or in my pre-teens. One Saturday as I was sleeping good in my bed and dreaming of Thor…my favorite hero…I heard the sound of my name being called over and over again. After the very aggressive and loud words of, “Don’t make me come up these stairs and get you.” I jumped up with an immediate, “Yes ma’am. I am coming!” As my sisters and I were the last to get to the yard party. My brothers were already raking leaves and we had to bag them. After that, the girls had to pull the grass from between the cracks in the sidewalk. I hated this…deeply! Our next job was to plant new bushes on the side of the new sidewalk momma had installed. While working with dirt and worms (yuck), my brother repeatedly teased me and he would make jokes at me by throwing dirt in my hair or pushing me over into a pile of dirt. Well, this time I got him back, and good! I took a pile of dirt and smacked him in the face with it…of course I had to take off running yelling, “Tag you’re it” with speed building up in the base of my feet ready to run. I may have been the fluffiest in the family but he could not catch me, the street did. As I was in high gear, I slid right into the middle of the street and scared up my left knee real good! He never got me back; he did not have too, the streets did the work for him. I was already prepared to have a concrete yard (from all the work momma made me do on Saturdays), but now I was convinced to turn my yard into pure concrete and never growing grass…I grew up!!!


If you can see my sister’s name, Paula, then you should be able to see mine–right above hers–Edith.IMG_0418

The up-stirs window was my bedroom. Thor was painted on the wall…mom let me!