I think my mother was a bit shy growing up. Even as an adult, she carried some of the insecurities of being the kid from the Phillips Camp. She learned over the years to overcome that and had the admirable ability of being able to talk to anyone about anything.
My sister said once, “I thought Mom knew everyone, but it turned out that she just talked to everyone as though she knew them.” Intrigued by people and their interests, she could easily launch into a conversation.
I noticed that she made good use of this friendliness to draw in customers at the farmers market. She greeted browsers, shared a little anecdote about the produce for sale or asked them about themselves. Before they realized it, they were in a full-blown chat. The only way to escape was to buy a jar of her homemade jam or some of Clyde’s tomatoes and then they could continue to the other booths.