Mrs. Lucy Pendleton influenced me by being such a lady and woman of God. She came by to visit me while I worked at the Bon Marche' in the big city. I do not have a real photo of her, but she often wore a fox fur. Missing are the black gloves which used to scare my poor sister Kelli when she was about 2 years old. She was in her 70's when she visited me. She held both of my hands in hers as she quietly admonished me not to say "heck" or "gosh." She told me that both of those were slang for things we should not say. I truly honored this great lady of my youth and have not said those two words.
When I was six years old I sat behind Her and stared at the fox head biting the tail on her stole. It both enticed and horrified me at the same time. It was hard for me to concentrate on the sermon. I keep a recipe; the original typed and given to my mother as a young bride: "Hot Rolls." I keep it in my vintage recipe box, which once belonged to my grandmother. Lucy is a part of my heritage. I miss her. I will see her again some day.
Blessings, Kathi "...teach what is good. Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands..." Titus 2:4-5