Another one of my favorite stories Enee ever told me was the story about what she wore to her first day of work.  Aunt Enee's husband, Oscar, was a wonderful man, and he was always known to be smart with his money and didn't splurge very much at all if at all.  Before Enee started her first week of work, she said she went out and bought a few outfits to wear to her new job.  She said she bought them from a store that was very sensibly priced and when she got home she showed them to her husband.  As she tells it, after looking at the clothes, Oscar turned to Enee and told her, "No wife of mine will be going to work in those clothes."  He told her to take the clothes back and that she was to buy her work clothes from Neiman Marcus and nowhere else.  My mother always told me that Aunt Enee was a beautiful woman.  I wish I could have seen her dressed for her first day of work.  I bet she looked breathtakingly sophisticated.

Enee told me the story once of how she had landed her job.  As part of the application, aside from being able to type, she was asked if she knew shorthand and she said that she did of course.  She got the job and went to work.  On one of her first days, she was asked to attend a meeting and to record everything in shorthand.  After the meeting, her boss quickly realized that she indeed did not know shorthand.  She was nervous that he might let her go, but he never did.  She was a good worker and I can only assume that she was too much fun to be around for anyone to ever let her go even if she did fib a little on her application.

Everyone knows Aunt Enee loved to tell stories and, boy, could she tell 'em.  I learned a lot from her stories, not just about her past, but about life and people.  One story that has always stuck with me is a story she told me about the man she used to work for.  Her boss was the head of the Texas Bankers Association and sounded like a very important man.  I always imagined he worked behind a beautiful, large desk that sat in the middle of a big room in a tall building in downtown Dallas with Enee working just outside at her typewriter, although, in reality, I really had no idea what her work place looked like.  She told me one day that her boss had lost his wife at a relatively young age.  She said he loved his wife very much and missed her and that every year on the anniversary of her death, he would send everyone in the office home and he would spend the day in his office by himself.  I can't remember if this next part is part of the story Enee told or something that I imagined myself, but for some reason, I remember she said that after he had sent everyone home he would lay his head on his desk and cry.  This story has stuck with me forever and taught me that no matter who you are or how important you become there will be days when all you want to do is send everyone home, lay your head on your desk and cry.  It taught me that the great equalizers in life were love and death and I will always be humbled by that thought.