markngolf wrote:
I guess so. Her baby son died at 2 1/2, her husband died at 41 and she died of cancer at 49. She ran the food store my father left for 1.5 years, typed address labels for $.10 a page (about 30 labels per page) and went to work for a Credit Bureau for 6 years. Living on Social Security and a meager salary, my younger sister, Mom and I just about managed. A very brave and courageous woman! I pay tribute to her every year.
Mark
Mark, That wasn’t meant to be disrespectful.
My father’s father, my grandfather, died when my father was an infant. My father was born in 1919, so I’m guessing my grandfather died in the 1919-1920 flu pandemic. My father never talked much about his growing up years. My grandmother raised 4 kids (my father and his twin sister were the youngest). My grandmother was a music teacher in a local school district .