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Learning to love waiting tables

When I was 9 or 10 years old, my grandma and aunt lived in a log house near me. They cooked a lot of food in their fireplace.

A man owned a farm near them and asked my grandma and aunt to cook lunch for his farm workers. Grandma told him they would be glad to cook for them. My aunt asked me to come and help serve. There were six or seven men who were very hot and tired when they got to the house for lunch. My aunt had set up tables and chairs under a big shade tree where it was cool. It was a lot of fun carrying food to the tables and helping to serve them.

After my husband died and my children were grown, I went to work as a waitress. I developed a love of waitress work when I was helping those farm workers. I worked at one restaurant for 35 years and always enjoyed it. I was 80 years old when I retired and had made a lot of friends. I still keep in touch with some of them and enjoy seeing my previous customers up town or in the community.

Monnie Sullivan, Lillington, South River EMC

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