
Wendy McKinlay was the department manager and showed me around on my first day. At barely five feet tall, she was exuberant, patient, and of course...very creative. I'm not quite sure, but I think she had five kids at the time, all under about 12 with "T" names. She would take patterns and fabric home and whip up outfits to display in record time. She later moved on to the food catering department at the college, and I remember her telling me: "I thought as my kids got older that they would need me less, but I'm finding it's actually the opposite." With two teens and a tween, I finally understand what she meant. She seemed to balance so many responsibilities with ease. I saw her at the Fourth of July parade a few summers ago in Rexburg, surrounded by a half-dozen tow-headed grandchildren.
My favorite person to work with during my many 4-7p.m. or 4-9 p.m. shifts was Jean Garner. She had four boys at that time. She could sew too, and often snatched up what we called "juvenile" prints for a steal to make summer shorts for them, and diaper flannel when she became pregnant again. "I care about the environment" she confidently told me as she cut off several yards. She told me that she never bought anything unless it was on sale, which I couldn't fathom as I squandered a least some of my bi-monthly paycheck on cosmetics, clothes, and earrings, and usually at full price. She had short, red hair, which she spiked up, and would make her way up and down the tables straightening folded fabric like a tornado. Once when a group of Polynesian students came in looking for fabric for Lava lava's, a single rectangular cloth worn as a skirt, it quickly became apparent that none of them knew how to sew. Jean offered to hem the fabric if they would come and perform their dance for a family home evening. She was resourceful, genuine, and didn't gossip. I was so disheartened to hear about the early deaths of her son and dear husband, just months apart a couple of years ago. She is a third grade teacher there in town and I'm sure continues to touch many lives with her can-do approach to life.
Pat Woodskow took Wendy's place as the fabric manager, and brought her own unique skills and talents to the job. I once borrowed a pattern from Pat for a display in the fabric department. I was amazed when I unfolded it, as it looked completely untouched and unused even though I knew she had made an outfit for her daughter. Here I was taking classes on flat pattern design, sewing essentials, textiles, and here was a wealth of knowledge working right with me during my part-time hours after class. She catered a wedding for her daughter with a lot of great ideas and bargains from Porter's. Three or four of her children worked at the store too, and she was a great teacher to the many teenage employees who came and went over the years.
These women worked long, hard hours. I rarely saw them off of their feet, all had school-age children, and they always greeted me with enthusiasm when I came to spell them off. When I look back, I don't know how they kept on top of so many things. I don't think they realize how much they impacted my life for good in so many ways. Thanks ladies!