Times call for change . . . and I will admit I don’t like it. I am referring specifically about our bank. It had been a locally owned bank for as long as Dennis could remember, and Dennis is a homegrown fellow. A new building was built about the time I came to St. James in the late 1970s. It was comfortable to bank at St. James Federal bank with individuals that were called friends and neighbors. Those holding the purse strings had and knew the history of their clients.
Two years ago it became Wells Federal Bank. There was a shift in the top tier personnel. The worker bees were still our friends and neighbors. What a pain shifting routing numbers for accounts that Dennis and I do online.
This summer we received word . . . another change. We are now Citizens Consumer Federal. Headquarters in the state of Georgia is a lot different than downtown St. James. We had until August 25th to get the new routing number out to our accounts. Ugh! I do realize that small towns are being sucked out by larger companies of various types. Not many local families or companies can compete. There are still friendly faces, but for some reason it feels totally different.
Our locally owned lumber company is closing. Who could step in and take it over. Caching, Caching! It takes money and a lot of it. We have lost one of our two grocery stores. Other than I am at a loss for words as to what to call it, our junkyard and recycling family is selling out. It was much like “Sanford and Son.” They did get a buyer to sell out so that will continue. It is a company from Iowa. I have always heard there is a lot of money in junk cars and selling parts.
Change is coming and Dennis and I are going to continue keeping up. Trying to keep up is not an option. We need to step up to maintain our lives. Dang it. I will always have one leg dragging behind and maintaining some of those “good old days.”
off kilter. I apparently had not tightened the screw sufficiently holding the two portions of the hoop with the towel being held taught in between them. The stop button was pushed and I just sat and looked at the project for a while. The last few minutes of the project and it was bad. I was determined not to scrap the entire thing. I have learned that you never, ever take the project out of the hoop as the registry can never be duplicated. With the towel still in the hoop and tightening it, I could only hope. I took the hoop off of the machine and slowly started picking out way-ward stitches that had begun as the fabric had slipped. Good grief. So many tiny stitches and so close together. Ugh! I got all the stitches out less one grouping that threatened the fabric with a possible hole. When the hoop was put back on the machine, there was no way the word “Cookie” was going to be stitched where it rightfully belonged. There had been too much slack in the fabric by that time. All I could do was forge ahead and let the stitching continue.