Raised by the Working Class

She was raised by working class folks in a neighborhood filled with blue-collar workers. Her parents were a product of the times- high school sweethearts who married and had a brood of children. Her father worked two jobs while her mother stayed home and raised the kids. Their home was spotless, their clothes always pressed and the kids were clean and well-mannered.

There wasn’t a lot of money, but the kids never seemed to notice, for they did not lack any of the basics. Her mother learned to cook delicious meals. Good manners were taught early on, and the children were constantly reminded to think of others. On the rare occasion that they all went out to eat at a restaurant, diners and wait staff frequently remarked on the children’s impeccable manners.
Every child was taught that an education was the key to success. Each child was encouraged to go to college. The parents could not afford to send their children to university, so she took out loans and put herself through school. She became a teacher and chose to teach at a school in a poorer neighborhood. She understood her student’s struggles and she taught them more than just the three R’s. She taught them to believe in themselves and to finish school.
By and by she got married and retired from her teaching job to raise her own children. She learned to cook and fed them delicious homemade meals. She helped them with their homework, nursed them when they were sick, and often she was the only parent around during the week as the husband work long hours out of town for his job.
She juggled child-raising, housekeeping, and graduate school. She took a job to save money for her kids to go to college.
Her marriage fell apart, she got divorced and she lost her job. She continued to take odd jobs to keep her kids clothed and fed.
She found work eventually, but struggled for some time to get back on her feet. She was strong. She was resilient. She was determined to succeed.
She grew up has  humble, but she was not poor, because but she never forgot the lessons she learned growing up.
©annettealaine 2015
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