A little background to help understand the significance of this. The folks were not the wealthy Southern Plantation owners. No, my folks were just a notch above share croppers. The land, which usually included a house for us to live in, was rented from an owner. A portion of the crop proceeds paid the rent. There was no running water nor any type of indoor plumbing. Daddy had wired the house for electricity shortly after we moved into the house. Only recently had we 'moved to town' where we actually had 'modern plumbing.'
So someone in our family getting on a plane and flying was big stuff. We all piled in our cars and headed to the big city airport. This was really, really big stuff. Walking through the airport. Seeing the stewardesses in their uniforms! People dressed to the nines to board the plane on a Sunday afternoon flight. Eventually it was time for Jack to board the plane. Of course this was long before metal detectors so we were at the boarding area all waving goodbye.
Fast forward to the next morning in our home room class at high school. This was a small school in a town of about 600 people. The teacher asked what we had done this weekend. Church, a party and a couple of visits to grandparents' homes. It was my turn. "Well, we went to the airport to watch my brother-in-law, Jack, off." The teacher asked me to say it again, I did, and giggles broke out across the room. My boyfriend at the time told me to not say another word. But of course Miss-has-to-have-The Last word said it one more time. The poor teacher was in stitches by then. I was about 17 years old with no brothers. The boyfriend later explained what I had said. I mean really, all we did was go to the airport to watch my brother-in-law, Jack, off.
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