Because so many of you enjoyed reading about my bartending days, and asking to read more about my days as a barmaid, I decided to start the New Year off with a story about some of the other barmaids that I worked with. Now for those who never read the first story, you really need to go read it, so you will know what I'm talking about. Its title is Bartending, Redneck Style, it was posted 9/5/08. I really do wish I could say things that would be very interesting to you, but I cannot risk offending some of you or the ladies I will be talking about. Any of you who have worked in a bar will know what I mean. Some of the more colorful stories would be off the wall. LOL...
First I wanted to let you all know I did find a picture of Alice. Alice is the lady on my left in the picture below. And since Debra is one of the Barmaids I'm going to introduce to you and is also in this picture, we will start with her first.
Debra!!! (She's the gal on my right.)
Debra,Debra, Debra! AKA: Raby Baby, that is what she goes by in the known world. She is rude, crude, and sociably unacceptable, can drink any man I know under the table... LOL. But you cannot have a bar without a Debra in it. Did I mention loud to boot. When you walked into Clydes, its the first loud voice you hear. The party has begun. She started working a few weeks after I did. She was only 18, where I was in my 30's. She was tall and lean and very pretty. Debra and I are still the best of friends. Like sisters. She worked mainly at night so that she could go to college during the day. I admire her, because she got pregnant, went to school, worked at nite, had her beautiful baby Brooke, still worked and still went to school. That takes strength and courage. How hard that was for an 18 yr old. Not many in this day can do that. Most would live off welfare. I'll tell you about a fight she got into one nite. This woman was pestering her. she asked this person to leave her alone, but she just wouldn't, next thing I knew they were tangled up like spiders on the pool table.You see this other person was also tall and lean. I laughed so hard, it was the funniest thing to watch. It only lasted a few seconds. Rocky, our 6 foot 5 bouncer broke it up. We never saw the persterer again. Anyway Debra has her degree in deaf edcucation. She still is rude, crude and sociably unexcepable. But I sure do love her.
WENDY!!!
Debra!!! (She's the gal on my right.)
Debra,Debra, Debra! AKA: Raby Baby, that is what she goes by in the known world. She is rude, crude, and sociably unacceptable, can drink any man I know under the table... LOL. But you cannot have a bar without a Debra in it. Did I mention loud to boot. When you walked into Clydes, its the first loud voice you hear. The party has begun. She started working a few weeks after I did. She was only 18, where I was in my 30's. She was tall and lean and very pretty. Debra and I are still the best of friends. Like sisters. She worked mainly at night so that she could go to college during the day. I admire her, because she got pregnant, went to school, worked at nite, had her beautiful baby Brooke, still worked and still went to school. That takes strength and courage. How hard that was for an 18 yr old. Not many in this day can do that. Most would live off welfare. I'll tell you about a fight she got into one nite. This woman was pestering her. she asked this person to leave her alone, but she just wouldn't, next thing I knew they were tangled up like spiders on the pool table.You see this other person was also tall and lean. I laughed so hard, it was the funniest thing to watch. It only lasted a few seconds. Rocky, our 6 foot 5 bouncer broke it up. We never saw the persterer again. Anyway Debra has her degree in deaf edcucation. She still is rude, crude and sociably unexcepable. But I sure do love her.
WENDY!!!
Everyone knows its Wendy. Beautiful, very beautiful. The men came in droves to see her. A wonderful barmaid. Can keep a party going in any way shape or form.Witty and so much energy. I knew she was going places. I knew she was going to climb the social ladder real fast. And she did. But like me she loved Clydes. She always came back to work there. I told her one day, Wendy you always have reminded me of somebody but I could not put my finger on who. One day when it was cold, I wore my brother's old military sweetshirt, that had COLEMAN on the back of it. She asked me, why are you wearing a shirt with Coleman on the back? I told her it was my maiden name. She said to me...Thats my maiden name, I said ...Well, I'm from New Orleans. She said, I'm from N.O. I said... I have an Aunt Ethel, She said... I have an Aunt Ethel. I said...,I have an Uncle Dean, She said... I have an Uncle Dean. We started talking and come to find out, Wendy is my second cousin. Small world, no wonder she looked familiar. She is the spitting image of my Aunt Ethel.Wendy is a big Real Estate broker and is married to a man who owns a very large business on the Gulf Coast. She lives in a mansion on the water. I myself would never live by the ocean, considering what Katrina did, but what ever floats your boat. Lets pray for no more Katrina's.
Cheryl!!!
Before I start on Cheryl. None of these pictures do anyone of these ladies justice. Alot of my pictures were destroyed during Katrina. Cheryl is very dark complexed. Everyone thinks she is Native American, but she is a Samoan from Hawaii. Very beautiful, very bright. Real young with 4 children.Works real hard for those children. But because she is so soft hearted and believes everything, said to her, she was an easy mark for some. We are like sisters too. I worried about her the most. Men try and take advantage of her. I try to keep my eye on her, but I could not be there all the time. She really was one of the best barmaids. She truelly loved working the bar, we all did. She's had many jobs, even went to school to me a mortician, she even went to school to do people's taxes. Now she reads meters, and she still bartends sometimes at our local VFW. She's doing well and I wish I could see her more offen, but now she is a Grandmother and she visits her children who live in North Carolina. I forgot, she also worked in the Indian Casino. They thought she was a Cherokee, When they found out that she wasn't they kept her on anyway. She was good at her accounting job. And who could tell. God love her.
All of us are grandmothers now. After all we all started working together about the same time. There are a few more of us who worked steady at Clydes, but I could not write and tell you about all of them. For the most part, barmaids came and went we had many. Some lasted a year, some a few months and alot one nite or a day. It takes a lot to be a barmaid, especially a redneck one. Its mentally taxing , trying to read the many different moods of customers. The ladies I was just talking about are the very best and we stayed till the doors closed down. Clydes was not just a bar, it was our place.
I want to thank you for reading this story and hope it wasn't to boring. Now I want to add an award and a tag. Hugs and kisses, Marie Antionette
Every one, I recieved the Faerie Steps Blog award from Denise of http://couturedepapier.blogspot.com/I was thrilled to get this.I am supposed to tag 7 lovely people, but I also was tagged by the lovely Kris from http://vintagewindow.blogspot.com/.Both tags were to state facts about me, so here goes:
1.I hate to drive,but can't seem to get away from it.I have to go places after all.
2.Love going to the movies. I know i can wait for the DVD to come out,but its nothing like watching a movie on the big screen.
3.I love making CD's for people.I love sharing music of the 50's and 60's.
4.I hate roller coaster rides.They terrify me.
5.I'm terrifyed of heights also,so that means no ferris wheels either.
6.I love cotton candy and pepperment ice creams.,but you can only get them during the holiday season, how cruel is that I tell you.
7.I love to read any historical romance novels.Thats why i never get anything done sometimes. I read for hours at a time. Mary Balogh is my favorite author.I love the Regency period books the best, Go figure that, LOL...
Well thats about it.i'm not going to pass these tags around, because Its hard on me to do so, but I do love playing them. So if any of you ladies would love to pick these tags up and play, please do. Thank you all - Marie
I also want to thank Denise for practicaly giving me my beautiful pink clown,so that I could make my pink gift box decoration.It was so beautiful under my tree.
Here is a very special thanks,not that my other thanks yous arn't special...LOL...Its just I was so happy when Chris of 
Here is another talented person,and all around sweet lady. Nancy of 
I won some beautiful Christmas tags from this lovely woman Kris Hunt of 
I am going to post some of my Older Christmas goodies ,because I've hardly ever exposed them to anybody.I usually make an item and it sits on my doll shelves till someone notices them are I have company.Some have been on picturetrail,but thats about it.
Puppet Show:The Pupets really do work.This is a shadow box that winds up.It also has a drawer.
I was just awarded an award from CK of 
Now to tell you about the most fab. award I recieved from sherry at 
Many thanks to our hostess, 
What's that on her wrist? Oh, that is the M.A. ribbon bracelet she made last year- it is embellished with French silk ribbon and Swarovski crystals:
All of this grandiosity brings back memories... when I was a little girl growing up in New Orleans in the 50's, we sometimes went to masquerade balls- specifically, Mardi Gras balls of course! In the photo below, I am the little girl. I was a lady-in-waiting. The man in the middle is my father, and my little brother on the other side. They are dressed as 18th century pirates. Would have fit right in at one of Marie Antoinette's costume parties.. Wish this photo was in better shape, but it's been through a lot:
Now, who is that over there- what a flamboyant gown! It's a doll I made quite a while ago, not long after I first began making dolls. (LONG ago, hence the scratchy quality of the photo. Back then we weren't as careful when photographing my work. Sigh! Well, we've updated her for this soiree':
With what do you gift the Queen that has everything? Perhaps a trove of pearls, gems, and cameos? Silk roses? Slippers and fine textiles imported from the Orient? Limoges porcelain?
Or maybe a heavily embellished crazy quilted doorhang for the boudoir, inspired by M.A. colors?
Before you hop over to the next destination on the Soiree', allow me to remind everyone that I am having a givaway- help me pick out a name for my newest creation and you'll get something special from me... here is the post with all the details:
Here it is with the room lights turned down:
It sits on a plaque, 11 inches long and 11 inches wide.The wings are made from my very own white peacocks.To view my white peacocks go back to post called My Peacocks. The piano is a music box, Not a jewerly box. It plays several different Christmas songs, I forgot how many but it is quite a few.It runs on an adapter.The keys on this piano really do move up and down. The piano is 6 inches tall, 10 inches long, and 9 inches wide.
You let me know any names you suggest,I'll put them in a bowl and let my grandson pick one name out. That will be the name I use. I just may have to send the winner a little something.That date would be.......Nov.8
Now let me tell you about the award I recieved from my very good friend
To quote the creator of this award who is Diane Evans:
Would you believe that out of the goodness of her heart Veronica of BumbleVee sent me this gorgeous ,gorgeous material. Look at the colors!!! Isn't this peach lace to die for?
And a closeup:
