From Russia with Love!

Each time a reader opens my blog, my phone sends me a notification. It’s a lot of buzzing in my pocket, which I guess I could mute.

If your cash drawer had a mute button, would you use it?

I am always fascinated when I see how far my words of paint store living can travel. While the overwhelming majority of you (98%+) are in the United States and Canada, I do get the occasional reader from off the continent. Last week I noticed these three readers from France, the Philippines and Russia.

Considering the timing right before the election, I’m sure the Russian was a bot looking to influence my vote.

But I still appreciate the read. Spasibo!

More than 100-years before the Russians meddled in their first election, my great-grandparents Isaac and Esther Lipton, arrived in the United States from THE motherland, Russia. It was Esther, Ettle to the family, who worked behind the counter building a customer base at Tremont Paint that lasted for 112 years!

Thirteen-years before THE suffragettes earned Ettle the right to vote, she chose to spend six-days a week at the counter of her Bronx paint store. I suspect that when a paint salesman from Brooklyn, Mr. Benjamin Moore, walked into Tremont Paint for the first time he said something along the lines of “I’m here to see MISTER Lipton!”

Likely the first female paint dealer, Ettle was not the last Lipton lady to spend time behind the counter; my mother managed the wallpaper department at Tremont Paint for over 20-years.

They would have said of a Bronx paint store in 1980 that it was "no place for a woman."

"They" didn't know my mother.