Those times in the late s60s and early 70s will always be apart of each one of us. That era helped shaped our lives, some more than others. It was that last passage that reminded me of an Assistant Manger I met in 2002 at a Sam's Club here in Chattanooga. I was always given the new assistant mangers to help in their training when they first came to a warehouse. I got to know her during the next five years, and how as a child she was on one of those boats with her family in 1975. She came to America as a refugee and her family made a new life. She had graduated from college and went to work for Wal-Mart as a Manger in training.
She was smart, attractive and learned quickly. I remember writing my report after she was with me for her 90 days, like the rest of her family they all adapted to the American lifestyle. They all worked hard, had wonderful families, and became good American's. What bothered me some days was the reception she received from customers when they tried to pronounce her name; Thrutrane. She was always polite, smiled, and stated her father chose her name when she was born. Parents do that, they choose a name for their child, and you live with it for the rest of your life. She loved her name, but in the south it was not received well.