I was born in
Kansas in 1920. Eighteen months later, I had a baby sister. When I
was 7 years old we had the last baby girl in the family.
When I was 3, my
uncle was working in a glass bottle factory in East St. Louis. Most
of the bottles were made by machine, but my uncle was one of the
last glass blowers in Illinois. Our family was soon located in East
St. Louis, where my father was also employed at the factory.
I attended public
schools through high school. In 1937, jobs were scarce. I coaxed my
father into letting me enroll in business college to polish my
shorthand. My first job was working for our coroner, taking
testimonies at inquests. I liked shorthand, and I still remember it
today.
In 1937, jobs were
still scarce. A friend recommended me for a movie theater job. I
made $10 a week selling candy and popcorn. It was a job, I could
ride the bus to town for a dime, and that is where I met my future
husband.
I believe he
proposed to me on our second date. He never wasted time. I thought
about it. Our home was not very happy and it was too crowded. We
ended up eloping. I left a note on my pillow.
My husband began
working at the age of 14. His aunt and uncle owned a grocery store
in Missouri and he worked for them. When I met Ed, he was working at
a grocery store in East St. Louis. By then he was more than 20 years
old and driving for the family stores. Times were hard, wages were
low.
I was 19 when we
were married. One year later, we had our first son. When our baby
was 6 months old we rented a small house. We managed to buy some
furniture and stayed there about seven years. By then we had another
son. My husband managed to attend some classes and advanced his
earning ability.
He worked in a war
plant during WWII, until he was drafted.
When he came home,
he said, "I want to buy a grocery store."
I said, "We don't
have any money."
Veterans could get
a bank loan, and that's how we got the money. He found a small store
nearby, which we bought. I helped in the store, driving the
deliveries and anything else that was needed. We hired a butcher and
my husband got some lessons in meat cutting. Of course, he had
always been familiar with all phases of grocery operations.
When our sons were
5 and 7, we discovered another baby was on the way. We had a little
girl and I was very busy at home. My husband sold the grocery store.
He said it wasn't fun if I wasn't there.
Our baby girl was
not as "pink" as the others in the nursery. It turned out that my Rh
factor was negative. We almost lost her if a specialist had not kept
giving her blood transfusions. She is fine now.