Heads wrapped in colorful scarves, Italian women worked the market stalls speaking their native language with words and gestures.
Angelina always kept her hand behind her back. One day I noticed it was a hook. I wondered how she lost her hand but never asked. In spite of her stern manner, I found her to be kind.
Inter-racial marriage was not common in Renton, where I lived, but several farmers in the market were Filipino/Caucasian. It was a learning experience.
Spanish sailors came to our stall to buy eggs for the ship. I said a few words in Spanish and they assumed I spoke their language. They brought out family photos and began to tell me their family history. It was interesting. It would've been really interesting if I actually understood.
Our customers included bank presidents, ladies of the evening, female impersonators, ordinary and extraordinary persons.
A man without legs wheeled himself through the market using his arms. He was on a board with skating wheels.
We had a very pretty customer who had a long hair on her chest. I wonder if she was a he.
One of our customers had been in a concentration camp. She was very quiet and ill at ease.
I realize some of this information is being repeated. Worth it!
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