Page 80 - Too Much and Never Enough - Mary L. Trump

After expenses, there was barely enough left over for Mom to contribute to her annual Christmas fund, let alone save up to buy a house.
My mother got full custody of me and my brother, as was customary at the time, but visitation rights weren’t specified: “Mr. Trump shall be free to see [the children], on reasonable notice, at all reasonable times.” In the vast majority of cases, visitation meant having the kids every other weekend and one night a week for dinner. That’s eventually what my parents’ arrangement evolved into, but at the beginning there were no formal rules.
The Steeplechase development was permanently blocked in 1969, but eventually the city purchased the land back from my grandfather. He walked away with $1.3 million in profit for having done nothing but ruin a beloved city landmark. My dad was left with nothing but the blame.