One time when I was a young woman in my early 20’s I applied for a job at a local Taco Bell. The manager looked at me and asked me if I was related to “so and so” and I said my mom’s name. He lit up. So I went home and told both my grandmothers (maternal and paternal) about that. They both freaked out as did my maternal aunts. Who ever this guy was not only knew my (late) mother but was horrible to her in High school. They forbade me from taking that job and told my Dad “she will NOT work there!!” and that was final. My paternal grandmother said “I refuse to let you work there he will molest you!”
I can tell you this the day when I went to apply for the job? When he looked at me that day his face was white like he had seen a ghost. I’ve been told I look a lot like my mom’s side of the family.
You came from a good family. Tight. Open communication.
Good thing your Dad chose to listen to your Grandma’s advice.
In the late 50s, my teenage brother wanted to work at a small repair shop in the strip mall — locks, keys, radios, small appliances, etc. My brother wanted to go alone to the job interview, but my dad insisted he was going to go with him. Dad deduced after a few minutes that this guy was a loner freak, and wouldn’t allow my bro to work there. Although nothing was “explained” about it to us younger kids, that was my first intuition about weirdo men. We had such a good dad!