![]() ![]() Beater took over cooking, and putting kids to bed. They said, come on.Īnd so it was, for six years, she attended night classes. The college said she needed a high-school diploma. The hospital told her she would need college. ![]() “Which is exactly what I am,” she tells me as she checks my temperature with an ear thermometer.Įven so, she inquired with the hospital about getting a job there. Hospitals didn’t hire “poor white trash.” Hospitals were for learned people. When she was 24, Beater suggested she apply for a job at the hospital. But personally, it’s not a nickname I would want. ![]() She met a man who worked in a lumber mill, they had two children before she was 20. And to this day, I still have a hard time spelling “equivalency.” I returned to school as an adult and got my high-school equivalency stuff. I dropped out of school in the seventh grade. It wasn’t a big deal to drop out of school back then. Maybe one’s own private memories are just humorous.Īll six of her brothers dropped out, so did she. And according to her daddy, “Once a young’un can read, it’s time to get out and work.” Where she grew up, country folks didn’t go past the eighth grade-some still don’t. She’s missing a few teeth, but it doesn’t look bad on her. “That GED test,” she said, while she checked my blood pressure. She wanted to better herself, and her family. ![]() Some fool once called her, “white trash.” And that’s when she made up her mind. ![]()
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