During the Depression, my grandfather Sam baked bread to make extra money. He charged 25 cents a loaf, and my mother delivered it.
My mother wanted to work as a reporter on the docks for the Transit Authority, but people told her it was too dangerous.
My mom is not entirely sure how long she knew my dad before they got married, only that he did not want to discuss their wedding "during tax season."
posted by Martha @ 11:13 AM
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