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Showing posts with label 50th anniversary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 50th anniversary. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

50 Days of Remembering 50 Years #5

Entrepreneurs
I don't know what made us both have this inner desire to have side businesses. I don't know if this desire is common to most people. I just know we have often tried "side-hustles". We were probably in search of more money and success. Maybe we just needed something else to keep us busy in life. We were good at keeping busy. I will say my parents had this same spirit. Mom and Dad used to enter these puzzle contests and one day they thought it would be more lucrative to run their own. They did that for a while, sadly with not great success. Dad became a real estate salesman for a while, branching out on that side job. My parents also joined us (or maybe we joined them) in Yureka foods and Universe Foods, two different multi-level marketing companies. My Dad was always thinking of possible inventions or games, and I should mention his brother, my Uncle Joe, was a very creative person too. 

Let me go back in our lives' histories. Even before marriage I found opportunities to volunteer--I was a Junior Achievement Advisor, I tutored a woman in math (not my forte, but I was asked). I typed large print books for the visually impaired. Later I was a girl scout leader, helped out at my kids school and different activities (they never asked me to handle refreshments for the talent show again--I got so many people to donate that it had to be turned into an unplanned bake sale!). I arranged for a special mobile unit that had seats the kids could sit in and watch about fire safety at the school. I was in charge of collecting the soup labels. When I was in high school, I founded and published a town newspaper, "Hartland Highlights" for two years with help from a couple of visionary friends. I know over my lifetime that I am forgetting something. 

We were both often involved with our churches, from being Sunday school teachers, Sunday school superintendent, church custodians, Sunday school secretary, Awana leaders, in charge of the meal ministry and other ministries at church. When a friend of us was terminally ill in a nursing home, George went weekly to read to her. I know they read at least two books together. That was the volunteer side.

Our first entrepreneurial dream was when we were married and had the cabin on our property. I enjoyed planning children's parties--always games, activities, prizes and at that time, I made cute cakes and somehow was going to offer photographs too. I thought I could turn it into a business. Why take your kids to Chucky Cheese's when you could take them to the Party Cabin? I was on a roll until the price of insurance derailed our dreams. We would have had to charge too much.
George and a co-worker bought donuts and tried to sell them to the other commuters on their bus, a short-lived attempt to make a little extra money.

I have a little notebook remembering some of our business ventures. We did several multi-level marketing. Raleigh Products (similar to Watkins products) was our best one. We had a good time doing tasting parties. George would give the talk and I would prepare and serve samples of the products. We did quite well until the person above us did us wrong. We were disappointed to leave. 

We joined this company called "Gifttime" where we distributed catalogs and we got a percentage of the sales. We called ourselves "Hometown Products". 

I did a craft fair one year selling earrings that I made out of scrabble and puzzle pieces and also mini dog biscuit Christmas trees. It was fun but I was not really crafty enough to pursue that venue. 

Not necessarily entrepreneurial, but George being a history major has always had a love of politics. He ran for selectmen in Norfolk on his own party, the Federalist Party, and twice on the Barkhamsted Republican party. He didn't get elected but he tried. 


One of our most successful ventures was the Barkhamsted mug and t-shirts. George came up with the concept of the design and we paid an artist friend to actually do the artwork. We sold the items ourselves and also as fundraisers for the Women's club and other groups. It was a win-win situation. We tried a t-shirt design for Winsted designed by a college art student, but it didn't do very well. (We still have a lot of leftover Winsted t-shirts!). Unfortunately, Bowlmaster, where we had our items manufactured went out of business without notifying us and didn't return the templates, so that business was put to an end. There may be a way nowadays to still re-create these items, I'm not sure but I have to tell myself we are retired. 

We also were book distributors. When George discovered a library that he cleaned would put purged books in the dumpster, he asked them to hold them out and he would save them. We have done that for many years, saving perfectly good books from destruction. We sold some on Amazon, but most were relocated to my daughter's school, nursing homes, friends, little libraries, and as a last resort, Goodwill or other thrift stores. 

Of course, all these entrepreneurial genes led George to starting his own businesses. He did window washing, painting, his Minuteman Cleaning business and Minuteman Properties, his landlord business. I prided myself for coming up with the slogan on George's cleaning business cards, "George Washington swept here."


In my retirement, I pursued my dream of having a book published. It was not the book I had planned on publishing, but my grandson led me on a different path, and I ended up with my first book, "A Fish in a Tree". Maybe someday I will pursue other writing projects, but at least I did accomplish that one. 

I probably left out some ventures, but this was to show you we didn't always just dream about things (though we did daydream about a lot of other things--soup and salad bar restaurant comes to mind, but there were many more). We ventured out. We tried. We have no regrets for any of them.

"Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth." Proverbs 10:4

Friday, September 12, 2025

50 days of remembering 50 years #1 The Beginning


It's 50 days away from our 50th wedding anniversary. I thought I would share something each day about our journey together. Some are stories told over and over again, so bear with me. I do need to start at the beginning once again. 

It was January 1975. I was still living at home with my parents in East Hartland. I had been working at Connecticut General Life Insurance Company in Bloomfield for a little over 3 years, straight out of high school. For most of my life, I have avoided the subject when people talked about what college they attended as I felt a stigma of being a lowly high school graduate, but in my old age, I cannot care anymore, and I actually did fine without it. I had intended to work for a year to save up money to go to college (Although a spoiled only child, my parents did not intend on funding it. Dad thought college mostly taught common sense and he said I had that.)  I told my guidance counselor that I was going to work for a year to save money and then apply for a college in White Plains, NY to study advertising. He told me I would never go if I started working. I didn't believe him, but he was right. 

About twenty miles away, George, who had grown up in Norfolk, was living in Torrington and working at UOP Aerospace in Bantam. He had served in the Air Force and was an air traffic control operator in Vietnam at the air base in Pleiku. He loved being an air traffic controller best of all the jobs he ever had. He attended college on the GI bill majoring in history, considering being a teacher. He was 28 years old and I was 22--boy, does that sound young now. At the time, I was wondering if I would ever meet Mr. Right. You've heard of the comparisons between Lincoln and Kennedy, I presume. Well, George and the guy I went out with before him both were one of 13 kids in the younger end of the family, both had mustaches, both had served in the Air Force and in Vietnam. They were both older than me. If you want to get crazy, both had 6 letters in their first names, brown hair, were around the same height, and had good senses of humors. Later I told myself that God had said, you almost have the right guy. 

Back in those days, Friday nights were the night that singles usually went out to the local lounges. In our area we had the Dial Tone Lounge (a unique experience where you had phones at your tables and could call a stranger at another table to start a conversation). There was a place in Canton, I can't remember the name, for some reason I think the Cracker Barrel--the chairs were barrels and they played old black and white silent movies on the walls. There were quite busy places in the Hartford area attracting a ton of people. In Winsted there were bars, but in Torrington, there was the Springtree Lounge. To me it seemed like a more upscale place as opposed to the bars, and it had live music. 

I was paired up with my friend's cousin to go out on Friday nights, yes, honestly hoping to meet someone. I had just gotten back from a road trip to Michigan to visit my closest friend. Her sister and I had made the trek. Meanwhile back home, my Friday night friend was anxiously waiting for me to return, expecting me to go out that night. I was still recovering from the trip and didn't want to go out at all. She begged and pleaded and I gave in. And that was the night on January 31, 1975, I met George Washington. 


He asked me to dance and I don't know if I would exactly say it was love at first sight, but I thought, "There's something different about this guy." He asked for my phone number and I reached for a notepad I had in my purse--coincidentally it looked like a dollar bill (another sign?).

He didn't want to ask me out for the next day. He thought that was too assuming, but he called and asked me to go for a ride on Sunday and I went. 

From then on we met at the Springtree Lounge or went out every weekend. I don't remember exactly how, but "Mandy" by Barry Manilow became 'our song'. 

Neither of us dated anyone else since. I did get asked out, ironically around February 22.  I told the guy I was seeing someone else. I don't know why, but the guy asked me who had asked me out. When I answered, he must have thought I could lie better than saying, "George Washington". 

Something I haven't shared but might as well...there is often this awkwardness about a first kiss. George did not want to be too forward, but he was also a bit shy about it. As we stood on my front step after our third date, he pointed in the sky and said, "Look! There's Halley's comet!" and as I looked up, he stole a kiss. Obviously, whenever anyone mentions Halley's comet, it has a different meaning for us. 


"I have found the one whom my soul loves." 

Song of Solomon 3:4