— Helen Sullivan, Vancouver
Whenever I couldn’t find something, my mother would say, “It’s where you left it.” Another thing my mother said: “Always iron the collar and the sleeves first.”
— Alice Winczer, Vancouver
The advice I received at the age of 4 from my mother that has endured, and I believe is responsible for much of the success I have had in the ensuing 51 years, is the value of handwritten short notes.
When I was old enough to take one of those red, thick pencils in hand to that very wide-ruled beige newsprint, it was expected that I would write a three sentence thank-you note to the kind relative or family friend that was gracious enough to send me a birthday or holiday gift. This gave me much-needed printing practice, and it increased the odds of me continuing to receive those highly coveted cards with the 10 little dimes in the slits that I loved so much. This was in the “olden days” of the late ’60, mind you, so bear with me! I continued this practice throughout my childhood when I received gifts, invites to social events, and just to keep in touch with my snowbird grandparents, Mimaw and Pipaw, in Florida from the frozen tundra of Minnesota where I grew up.
When I was 14, I went on my first job interview to be a dishwasher at a new restaurant that was to open in our town. I nervously met with the manager, learned about the duties of the job, shook his hand when I left, and promptly went home and wrote a thank-you note for the interview to him that I dropped in the mailbox that same day. Two days later, I received a call from him. He offered me that much-needed job. And he told me that, though there had been over 50 applications, I was the only one to write a note. I worked there for five years, ending as a waitress. The job paid for my first year in college.