By Kay Heitsch
When it was time to move again, it was sad. Todd had made friends with a little girl named Deshawn. It was hard seeing them hug each other goodbye.
I think that was the day, Todd and I decided not to get close to people because it was too hard to move. We had each other, and that's all we needed.
Deshawn's mom and I had become good friends. She was from the south. Because of my close friendship with this family, I was sure I was going to love it in the south. Boy, was I in for a rude awakening.
Being my friendly self, I introduced myself to the neighbors. My first reply was, "Where in the north are you from anyway, girl? It seems like all you Yankees are moving down here and taking our jobs." Yikes! Yankees? I hardly knew what she was talking about!
I quickly found out what prejudice was like.
Back in the day, when you went to the grocery store, a bag boy would carry out your groceries and put them in your car. Well, no one would carry out my groceries. That was fine, I certainly could do it myself.
One day, a car drove down our street with a black family inside. I was outside. The neighbors started to yell, "Get back on your own side of town!" I couldn't believe it, but I was being treated very much alike.
Our next-door neighbor was a real Southern belle. The woman would not even use the vacuum. The vacuum was too heavy for her to use. Her husband had to vacuum. I thought it was funny!
We did not have a lawn mower, and her husband did. I told them that if I could use their mower, I would mow our yard and theirs, too. Of course, her husband readily agreed.
Being my free self, I would put on my bathing suit to mow. I thought it was an excellent opportunity to get a nice tan. This may not have been the most brilliant idea, but I did have a nice tan.
I slowly grew to be friends with several women in the neighborhood. It was interesting how friendly they were one-on-one. However, when another southern person they knew came around, they were not at all friendly.
I look back and see how God was teaching me a great deal about people and life, even though God never entered my mind at the time.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18