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Then the recession hit. Companies were closing
everywhere; there was no work to be found. Banks were

closing everywhere. We could no longer hold on to the

house, so we lost everything. At that time, we had a little
baby girl to take care of, who thought that her sinister

sister was her mother, and I was her grandmother—
because that’s what she was told.

We struggled for what seemed like years. The difference

was that I would clean a house or office anywhere to get
a day’s pay. If I were smart, I could have started a

cleaning business. But not my husband; he was waiting
on that big break—the perfect job—or until he made it

big in the recording industry, which never happened.
We couldn’t do it anymore, so we lost the house. I mean,

we just walked away. So, needless to say, it was

downhill from there on.

Reflections

I REMEMBER THE SEVENTIES—the very first
factory job I got. It paid a whopping $99 per week after

tax. I always wished they would give me an even $100.
But it never happened. The company was called

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