By Trudi Cunningham
Right now, I’m in a quandary as to what I want to write about. First of all, I must admit I actually had to check the spelling of the word “quandary.” I’m an avid reader and do know the meaning of the word, but for the life of me I just drew a blank. It isn’t often that it happens, but there you have it.
My thoughts do go to the economic situation today, and I know it’s tragic. I’m amazed at the many, many sheriff sales listed for houses. So many expected dreams “biting the dust.” Why is it that so many people went overboard and so far in debt? I guess I was fortunate in my upbringing as there was no such thing as charge accounts to tempt us. We waited until we got it all together when looking to purchase something that was necessary.
I grew up during the Depression. My father was working three days a week, and my mother did house work for $4 a day. There are people who believe they should get $25 an hour, and from where I sit it isn’t happening. Then you have those who are working at two jobs to hold it all together.
I’ve always said that my husband would have taken anything “coming down the pike” so our family would eat. There is no such thing as pride when it comes to putting food on the table. If I’m speaking out of turn, I apologize, because it frustrates me when I know and see the helplessness in so many instances. I do know that my parents denied themselves many times so that my sister and I would have it better than they.
I could go on about different things that seem almost impossible today, but maybe another time.
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