Storybook II

Within the pages of this book are stories that my mother once told me; of certain incidences that she remembered. But mostly it is compiled of the memories that were a part of our lives.

Doors were never locked friends and neighbors were welcomed anytime they happened to pass by. And it was an era where whenever someone visited at dinner time, an extra plate was always set out for the visitor to join in the family meal.

There were happy times and there were sad times. It was a time of struggle, of prosperity, of joblessness, of wondering where the next paycheck would come from. Times when a "breadwinner" didn't have the money to buy a quart of milk, put bread on the table, or a dime to ride the trolley to work. Even a time when the poor didn't know they were poor. But always, a family that stood together no matter what problems they were facing.

We tend forget the things that happened to us along the way and shrug it off as if it wasn't important. But every little aspect of our lives contributes to who and what we turn out to be whether we know it or not… some for the better others not so good.