Andris Genealogy (Darquennes)
 Hirsch's Churches
 Ludwig Cemetery
 Sitka Cemetery
 Jim's Garrett
 Lorene Andris
    Franklin Sullivan and Clara Noe (parents)
    What I did as a child
    Learning about health
    First airplane, radio, appliances, life then
    When I first became aware of prejudice
    How we started the store in 1963
    Vignettes from my mother other times
 Trip to Germany
 Interactive Map


Lorene Andris, Mother

When I Became Aware of Prejudice

by Lorene Andris

I never was aware that prejudice was a problem until I went to the new Junior High School in 1926. I was in my science class. We sat three at a bench and we shared the equipment, you know, the water faucet and the sink and other things. There was this Braunly girl who was sitting with Bus Curtis, who was a black boy, and the word got back to her father . He called the teacher, Mr. Jones, (Wilbur) and said that he was to set his daughter with white students. So Mr. Jones came back to me and said, "Lorene, I'm going to have to move Braunley, and I wonder if you'd mind trading seats with her."
"No, I don't mind."
"Now, that will mean that you will have to sit with Buster. But you went to grade school with him, didn't you."
"Yes, I did. I don't mind sitting with Buster. We're friends."
"I didn't think you'd mind, because I could see that the two of you talked to each other."
I never liked that Braunley girl after that. When I'd see her, I'd get a funny feeling.

In 1929 or 1930, the high school team was supposed to have a victory dinner at The Will-Mar Parkersburg, below the Mason-Dixon line. They had the reservations already made. The team walked in, and when the waiter saw Bus Curtis, he said, "He can't eat here!"
Kelly Mike, who was a Syrian boy, said, "You mean to tell me that you've got a winning football team here, and you're not going to let this man eat."
"We can't, we've got orders, and it's against the law."
So the whole football team turned around and followed Kelly Mike out of the restaurant. They came back to Marietta and ate at the old Leader Restaurant.

I always treated the black folks the same as the white when we were in business. I'll never forget back in the '60s, I was waiting on old Mrs. Carver. Some old rednecked guy, Jess Beaver, pushed his way past her to the counter and said, "Here, wait on me."
I said, "No, you wait your turn. I'm waiting on Mrs. Carver now and when I'm finished with her I'll wait on you."
He left in a huff. Mrs. Carver said, "Mrs. Andris, you shouldn't have done that."
"Your money is just as good as his money."
"Do you know why I shop here?" Mrs. Carver continued.
"I suppose it's because we've got good prices."
"No, it's because you treat us colored folks fairly."
The next day, Jess Beaver came back in the store and said, "You drive a hard bargain. But I guess you were right."