Moccasin Bend

I've met quite the characters at Moccasin Bend, and this isn't even including the mental patients.

Yesterday I wore one of my favorite dresses and got rave reviews. It's one of the pieces I picked up in NYC--pink eyelet. Two different ladies at Moccasin Bend commented on it. One lady asked me if I made that dress because she had bought some similar fabric and paid somebody to make it up for her. The other lady cracked me up. She asked me where I got that beautiful dress. I told her I bought the fabric in NYC. She looks at me with huge eyes and says, "You made it?" When I affirmed this, she says, "You're lying! I didn't know people still designed and sewed their own clothes!" Then, "Why are you covering it up?" I had on a jacket. I said, "Because it's a little cold outside." She proceded to rant and rave and made me take my jacket off so she could see all of it. I just had to laugh.

Today this same lady who is the sister of one of the patients on my unit asked me if I was Catholic because of my veil. I told her that I was Mennonite. She had never heard of that. So I asked her if she had heard of the Amish because I was similar to them only more liberal. Her face just lit up as she slapped her leg emphatically (she has good potential as a drama queen). She raved about how she lives to get stuff from the Amish. She wishes I could get her all that good food, jellies, jams, spices and whatever else she gets. I just chortled at her because I'm sure not going to volunteer my precious time to cook and bake for her.

Another man I met has been trying to convince me to come work at Moccasin Bend. He's sure I'd like it there. Every time I meet up with him now, he calls me Miss Moccasin Bend. Today he started calling me Miss America. I guess I'm moving up in the world.