WHAT DEFINES YOU?
Throughout my life, I have always been on the go. From a young age, I was looking for work and trying to do as many things as possible. My father used to worry that I wasn’t enjoying being a kid because I always seemed to be rushing from one job or activity to another. But I loved the fast pace of my life then, and it has not changed into my adulthood.
Born in Ohio, I came from a blue-collar family. My father was a coal miner, but by the time I was four, my parents had decided to move to Detroit, Michigan. It was a bigger city with more work and more opportunities for our family. Not to mention, it was a better work environment than heading down into the mines. Many of the improved safety measures now in place to protect miners from the dangers involved, especially for their lungs, were not in place back then.
During my early years growing up in booming Detroit, it seemed the sky was the limit. Anything was possible if I was willing to work hard. The work ethic my parents showed me provided the inspiration to push forward and get things done, allowing me to enjoy the success of that effort.
My mother always said, “If you want a helping hand, look at the end of your sleeve.” Her belief was not to whine but just keep moving. That was her philosophy in raising her three children. I am the eldest child.
My dad started out painting smokestacks for a factory, but eventually, he was hired into the steel industry. It was a great life in Detroit, at a time when the blue-collar family believed they were on top. Most people had plenty of everything, but nothing was extravagant. My goal back then was to live in a brick house. We lived in a wood frame house, but I thought the most exciting thing would be to live in a brick house, like all the rich kids.
I was always fascinated with houses, even way back then. At a certain point, I knew that I had to get out of Detroit to achieve some of my goals and also knew early on that I was going to be limited where I was. Going to the movies and seeing what California was like gave me the idea that I should move there and enjoy the sunshine and that exciting lifestyle. While Detroit was a great place to grow up at that time, the winters could be brutal.
To achieve what I wanted in life, I usually worked two or three part-time jobs. This included work at a men’s clothing store and a drug store. My dad did not like this; it embarrassed him that I was always out working.
It all started when I was 10 or 11 years old, and I decided to shine shoes in my dad’s friend’s barbershop. When Dad found out, he came to the shop and told me to go home. That was the end of that job, but it wasn’t the end of my entrepreneurial spirit!
Another opportunity I found was helping the local Avon® lady. I was still a kid, about 12 years old, but I quickly figured out a way to increase sales. I simply called on more customers. My first real part-time job was at a large bakery chain store called Awrey’s Bakery® and I worked after school and on weekends. I was required to have a work permit and was able to obtain one since I was now 15 years old. They interviewed me and decided that I was best suited for sales, even though that is not what I applied for at the bakery. They gave me a small raise every week since I was outselling many of the full-time salespeople. Awrey’s Bakery® offered me the opportunity to enter their management training program when I graduated high school. While this was a nice offer, I wanted to expand my knowledge and took a job at a physicians’ clinic.
At 16 years old, I started working in an “industrial medical clinic” and people came in with pretty severe lacerations and other injuries. The doctors taught me to be calm and deal with emergencies. They also taught me to take X-rays, and I helped with the books if the bookkeeper couldn’t make it in that day. Keep in mind; I was still in high school at the time.
Those doctors saw someone who was eager and willing to learn about everything. I was curious and worked hard. These qualities have never left me and are stepping stones to the success I achieve throughout my life.
Across the hall from the doctors’ clinic was a local dentist, Dr. Sachs, who offered me a better position to help him open a dental office in another part of town. This was my first full-time job after graduating high school.
I became Dr. Sachs’ office manager and helped him build up the practice from a one-chair to a four-chair practice. He taught me so many aspects of business in general, and how to work as a dental assistant. Now, I had not only medical experience but also dental.
My dad complained that I was always working too hard and needed to have more fun in life. At the time, I was looking to earn more money and travel, so I asked my parents for advice.
As a woman, my options were limited in the 1950s. Keep in mind, back then; blue-collar families rarely sent all their children to college. The boys went, and the girls started families or moved into the nursing or teaching professions. The funny thing was, I liked working better than school anyway, so I wasn’t upset that my younger brothers were heading to college and I was not.
My father’s suggestion was unique for the time, but it led me to see the world. He suggested that I become a flight attendant with the airlines. Back then, this was a job with prestige and was considered a key part of the luxury of flying. My mother, who said my head had always been in the clouds, agreed it would be a good job for me. I was 20 years old.
Trans World Airlines, known as TWA, was running an ad looking for flight attendants and they held interviews in Detroit. So, I took a couple of hours off and went down to interview for the flight attendant position. At that time, they only chose one out of every 50 applicants. The odds were not in my favor. It was competitive because their standards were extremely high, yet I was called for a second interview. TWA requested that I come to their headquarters in Kansas City, Missouri, and they sent me a plane ticket.
That was my first airplane flight. No one in my family had ever flown before, and this experience was something I could have never imagined. I can still remember what I wore as I boarded the plane. When I arrived in Chicago for my connecting flight, I waited in the lobby along with another young lady who was also interviewing with TWA.
The plane did not depart, and eventually, I said to myself, something is wrong here. Wanting to figure out what happened, I went to the desk. I told the woman that the flight was supposed to leave 30 minutes ago. She laughed and said that the flight had left on time, but I had missed it because I was sitting in the lobby and not by the gate. That was the beginning of my airline work.
She did find us another flight, and we made it to the interview. We then joined approximately 100 young ladies in this large room where we were kept waiting for most of the day. Later on, I realized they were observing us to see how we did when we were forced just to sit around and wait. It was a skill that came in handy because we were often waiting as flight attendants or hostesses as they used to call us at TWA. We would be waiting for a plane or waiting because of an engine problem. The list could go on, but through all of that, we had to be patient and still provide a wonderful experience for our passengers.
Needless to say, during that inspection, the girls who handled themselves well, demonstrated a good deal of patience, and socialized well with the others seemed to be the ones that were hired. I know there were women there with more education than I had who seemed like better candidates, but they did not get hired. I am extremely patient, however, and I did get hired.
When you try something new, you might not succeed at first, but do not assume that the answer will always be no. Like my flight attendant interview process, sometimes the answer turns out to be yes!
It was one of the best jobs that I could ever have. I traveled everywhere, and we were treated like movies stars. It was a great life! I was transferred to San Francisco, California, where I lived with six other young women in a three-story Pacific Heights mansion. It was a fantastic time in my life, and I enjoyed it immensely.
That job gave me the chance to travel extensively, and travel became a significant part of my life, even after I was no longer a flight attendant. Over the years, I have traveled to 46 states, including Alaska, and also Canada, Bermuda, the Caribbean, Mexico, Central America, United Kingdom, Europe (all over), Turkey, Greece, Australia, New Zealand, the South Pacific, Japan, China, and other wonderful places.
In San Francisco, I met my former husband. We married there and were soon transferred to Stockton, California, for his work. I was still flying at that time but eventually left the airlines. We knew that another transfer for his career was imminent. My long car commutes back and forth to the San Francisco airport, before and after my coast to coast, eight-hour flights, were taking a toll on me. Free cigarettes were given out on the food trays during flights. Remember, passenger cigarette smoking, not cigars or pipes, was allowed during airline flights at that time. All of this adversely affected my health and I left the airlines.
We then moved to Sacramento, California. There I joined the Pacific Bell Telephone Company and became the first woman to sell their commercial equipment to businesses in the...