The Tank
The year was 1981, when I started my first job. It was my senior year in High School and I was completing my certificate from Tulsa Vo-Tech, as it used to be called, for Fashion Production and Merchandising. I was hired by Miss Jacksons in Utica Square to work in the alterations department. I loved working in the square. It did not take long to overcome the fear of cutting fabric off of a pair of designer pants that cost more than a months salary. The names Mioko and Alfreda bring smiles to my memories. They were such amazing seamstresses with varied history. Mioko, who was from Japan, gave me her ring thimble which I still use today. Alfreda was from Germany and she shared her culture of growing up in Nazi Germany. AMAZING, when I think back. I digress! I was the third child to drive mom's old car. It was lovingly referred to as 'The Tank". This wonderful machine was indeed a tank. It was a 1970 Chevy Impala, V-8 four door Sedan painted dark green with a w
