I was born in Queens,NY 1964. My mother was a few days shy of her 16th birthday when she had me. We lived with my grandmother and my young father. They were forced to be married for appearances,and it lasted only 3 years. I would say we were ‘Blue Collar’ at the time. Grandma had a good job at American Bell(now AT&T). She managed her money well,was a fantastic cook. My early memories were that of complete bliss. I don’t remember being hungry. There was fresh milk in glass bottles,eggs and butter delivered daily to the door by ‘The Milk Man’. Cheap egg cremes and malted’s at the soda shop around the corner. My Grandmother would come home from work everyday,change out of her dress and heels, get into more comfortable clothes, slap on an apron, and prepare a simple meal for us all. Being so young, I was oblivious to how hard she worked to support her newly expanded family, and the length she would have to walk out of her way to the avenue, to find fresh vegetables, and good meat, which she would wheel home in her little cart, after working a desk job all day. Continue Reading…
