The Facebook page of my old hometown features pictures of old scenes and people. This one caught my fancy because it defines a real legacy. Two ladies are dressed up in silly garb, riding a kid's bike to work for "Crazy Day".
One of the ladies strongly resembles the picture you used above. A commenter said "I worked at Sears and I remember Lucille. She was a hoot."
That's a legacy. Nobody remembers the employee who was always on time, or the Karen who rigorously enforced all the rules. We remember the hoot.
The Facebook page of my old hometown features pictures of old scenes and people. This one caught my fancy because it defines a real legacy. Two ladies are dressed up in silly garb, riding a kid's bike to work for "Crazy Day".
One of the ladies strongly resembles the picture you used above. A commenter said "I worked at Sears and I remember Lucille. She was a hoot."
That's a legacy. Nobody remembers the employee who was always on time, or the Karen who rigorously enforced all the rules. We remember the hoot.
https://www.facebook.com/enidbuzz/posts/pfbid02HauSz6jc2kxHRrMG76Nd2Am8oweTcHi194JyhztLvevhVZNcyith9cBDARpVGAavl
She sounds lovely! It would be amazing to be remembered like that.