My dad has been deceased for quite a while now. Dad was an orphan and
dropped out of high school before his second year because he had no school
clothes. He worked two jobs all of his life until he retired and even then
continued to work one job. Still, there was never a lot of money in our
I came close to knowing what it was like to not to have enough money for
even basic necessities. As a single mom with a small child, I decided to go
back to college so I could afford to take care of my daughter by the time my
spousal support ran out. We lived on $500 a month from 1973-1980. Sometimes
I'm amazed that she and I made it through.
When you are that poor every unexpected expense is a disaster. My parents
couldn't afford to help me and besides, I was 28 years old when I began my
quest. Still, when my old car fell apart, as it frequently did, and my
typewriter actually wore out midway through grad school, Dad came to the
rescue with just enough to take care of the problem.
It was after I graduated that I learned that Dad had started a savings
account to keep my car running, out of which also came the new typewriter.
It wasn't a lot of money, but it sure was then when I desperately needed it.
"We never know the love of our parents for us until we become parents."
--Henry Ward Beecher