I would have loved to go to college after graduation but my family couldn't afford to send me. My Mother always said we had had some ancestor who had begun a college and if only she could remember who it was, maybe I could go for free. She never did remember who that relative was.
My parents had always told me as soon as I graduated I had to get a job or continue going to school. Since school was out of the question, I knew I had to find a job. I had begun looking right before I graduated high school.
I first applied at the geedunk on the base. I had to take a test and a physical, which I passed. Finally, I was told I had passed everything and that as soon as there was an opening, I would be hired.
I had seriously considered joining the WAVES, which was the way women served in the Navy at that time. After considering all aspects I decided that I wasn't ready to be recruited.
I began actively looking for work after graduation. I tried the local telephone company, but learned that they weren't hiring. Then I heard that the local motel, The Rip Van Winkle Motel, was looking for a desk clerk. I went down and spoke with the owners, an older couple. I was hired part-time for the summer, at fifty cents per hour. The national minimum wage was one dollar an hour, but in the south, it was fifty cents an hour. I accepted. Beggars cannot be choosy as the old saying goes.