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S: The Wing Line

FC: The Wing Line Family of | Cecee Hawkins | by | 1987 - 1998

1: You never know when you first set foot into a new job you'd figure would be for just a few years, that it would become that much a part of your life... Especially the people you work with become more family than just co-workers.. This is dedicated to those who put up with my insanity, from humping an unsuspecting associate to "blowing" my nose on your fresh, blue coat in the morning; but mostly being there when I needed someone to straighten me out. Sue Wimer, Charlotte Frye, Mary Veneble, Carol Bess, Brian Lipinski, Dee Dee Barahona, Tim Hamilton, Michele "Blossom"Ponton, Chanthone Phonvieng, Eva Thompson, Doug "Bubba" Griffith, Joanne Prieto, Joanne Roadcap, Terri Armentrout, Debbie and Cindy Porter, Michele Harris Anderson, Debbie Amos, Rosie Landes, and many many more.. In Loving Memory: John and Mary Ellinger Larry McCray Rosie Haliburton George Pace | In the beginning, God said, "let there be chicken..."

2: Three Generations | Who and What is Perdue?

5: To the very end, Frank never stopped caring about the company he helped create with his father Arther whom he not only loved but held great respect for. | Franklin Parson Perdue 1920 - 2005

6: The First Tour of Duty Chicken Pack Out ~ Wing Line | Aug. 27, 1987 - Feb. 2, 1994 | began my career on the Bellas Line “processing perfectly portioned poultry parts for Perdue Farms” as I always joked. There were two main lines in chicken packout; each named for the Oven Maker of that line; we were the Bellas line will the nuggets/tenders were packed over on the Stein Line. My first supervisor, for a few months, was a nice, older but idiot man named Kenneth Hilbert. However, we had an outstanding coordinator named Darby Moran who really ran the line, and we all adored her. I started my first day with a lady I befriended named Pat. We were quite nervous. After orientation, we ate lunch and waited in the cafeteria for over an hour for someone to come get us. We donned our hairnets, blue jacket, blue plastic sleeves, white cotton liners, and these cotton masks we had to wear. We went onto the line, packed a few parts, and spent the last two hours sweeping. That was when I met Joanne Prieto, a very hard working lady I knew for years. Her partner in crime was the fastest boxmaker in the east named Joanne Roadcap. During my first four months, it was hard to get use to the work. I got to know many good ladies and a few henpeckers that got on my nervesPat and I became close to two very nice older women – Sharon Lamb and Janice. Rosie Landes use to wear her dark blue Perdue cap and was followed around by hefty Betty who use to wear bells on her shoes at Christmas (we called her “cow bells”) One very fine gal, the fastest taper in the west and casepacker was Rosie Haliburten, a very hard working and good lady to be around. Then there was Carolyn Shifflett, with a nose as big as her ego, who was always in competition with Linda Dupont, a grader, whose daughter Lisa was herself proclaimed “Perdue Princess” and very annoying. There was Barbara and her two friends who were always getting into trouble; they use to go down to the river at break and get drunk. Boy, that Christmas proved to be interesting.. those three had their Santa hats on while we were trying to process roasters and were singing away with Christmas Carols. And then there was my favorite ol’ lady: Phyllis Baker. Phyllis was a crusty, ol’ poultry veteran who’s dear face would turn red when she laughed. She was somewhat hunched over, and always took the spot at the front of the packing area of the machine to place her bag of chicken on; she was one fine, hard worker. I met Phyllis in my first week; I was alone at lunch looking for a place to sit in the cafeteria, and I saw Phyllis alone at a table. She seemed like a nice, harmless old lady, so I walked over and asked her if I could join her. She smiled, and motioned to have a seat. To make conversation, I referred to the machine problems we had that morning, “Some day it’s been, huh?”; trying to be polite and not cuss. She looked over at me, and said, “That fer f**** damn sure!”. I balked for a moment, wow, at first shocked by her candor, but ended up adoring her over the next couple of years.

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Cecilia Hawkins
  • By: Cecilia H.
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  • Title: The Wing Line Family of Perdue
  • some of my dilusions..
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  • Started: about 4 years ago
  • Updated: about 3 years ago

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