I wonder how differently my life would be today had it not been for my first job and my first boss.

I was hired to wash dishes in a restaurant called Grandma’s House when I was in 9th grade. I wanted desperately to make my own money and provide for myself what wasn’t already provided for me. Like food for lunches (after an ordeal trying to use my lunch ticket to “buy” someone else’s and being told I couldn’t do that on a reduced lunch ticket, I never had school lunch again),clothes other than hand me downs and like any other young teenage girl; hair product and make up. 

The restaurant was this little mom and pop house that had a front porch, two dining rooms, restrooms, a kitchen and a small room off to the side for more refrigeration. Mary was owner and cook. We were open for lunch and dinner. Mary hired high school girls to work the evening shift. 

Her cooking was down home meat and potatoes. She had fried chicken on certain nights, cooked liver and onions, meatloaf and more. She baked the pies, cakes and prepared salads. The prices were so reasonable the place was thriving. Sunday’s required reservations and for Mother’s Day she made individual little cakes for each family. That Sunday was always booked to capacity. I even met and got to know my husband through his frequent visits to the restaurant. 

Mary was a hard worker, sometimes stern with us but always caring.

To her I owe a great debt. You see she taught me the value of a dollar and hard work. I learned the importance of customer service when I was promoted to waitressing. I have alway said everyone should have to do a customer service job once in their life to truly appreciate those who do it for a living. 

Grandma’s House eventually closed as Mary wanted to retire and I took a job at another local diner my senior year.

Mary didn’t stay idle for long and reopened in a new location; 115 W Jefferson across from the court house. I enjoyed my job working for John Winga but when Mary mentioned she needed help I was only to happy to return. 

Mary was a big part of my life. She got to witness a lot and even offered her spare room “if things got too bad.” 

In 1993, a year and a few months after we got married, Dave got his first transfer with Fareway. We were moving to Perry, Iowa. Mary took the news well and on my last day surprised me with a free lunch for all of our customers who she encouraged to fill a toy moving truck with money to wish us well. I remember that day. I didn’t have to pour coffee or clear dishes, take orders or clean tables. I got to be the customer and say my goodbye’s to all who supported me through the years. 

To Mary, I will never forget your kindness, your graciousness and your friendship. I am so lucky God brought you into my life. I’ve never had another boss quite like you. Thank you for the continued years of support and getting to know my family. You were a very special person that I will forever hold near to my heart.