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The waitress

Here's my Aunt Ollie, "the waitress" in the article below.Here's my Aunt Polly (on the right), also a waitress, and her daughter-in-law, Tawnya, on the left.A couple of nights ago, I went to see the new movie, The Waitress, with a few friends, and I couldn't help but think about my darling aunts in California who have worked for years and years as waitresses, and how much respect I have for them for their hard work and fun personalities. One is Aunt Polly and another is Aunt Ollie. About the only similarity to Keri Russell from the movie to my aunts, was their cute waitress outfits, by the way. And their charming, friendly relationships to some of their dear, regular customers.

Just talking to my sister, Tracy, tonight, she told me about this article in the news in California about my Aunt Ollie, that I just read, and thought I would share her upbeat little story on my blog. I ate lunch at The Embers in February when I was there, and enjoyed a "beef on Persian" sandwich, served up by my sweetheart of an aunt.

Comments

Heidi said…
What a cute article. How was the movie?
Kelly said…
The movie was, as one would expect, a chick flick. A lot of affairs going on, which was sugar coated, to seem perfectly healthy and normal, with some memorable characters. It was entertaining, in any case. I loved the names of the pies and wished I had had a fork to taste some of them!
Gabrielle said…
Are Ollie and Polly twins? They look exactly alike!
Kelly said…
The do look alike in some ways, but aren't twins. They're so nice and a lot of fun to be around.
Anonymous said…
I've got to post our silly pics we took at the movie theater! Those pies were sooooo amazing-looking.
Bobbi said…
What neat aunts! It was a fun article. They can be a big influence in one's life. I had a childless aunt who lived near us as I grew up who was my most cherished relative.
Julie V. said…
Loved the article about Aunt Ollie. She is so cute and so amazingly motivated and driven.
I have heard it is a good movie and i can't wait to see it.

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