I agree with my friend Mona, when she said that growing up they did not know they were poor...to a certain extent, neither did we. My mom "liked us to go to private school but, that costs money, which always seemed non existent in our household, us kids found out we were poor, cause the rich kids at private school loved rubbing it in that we had a crappy car, wore weird clothes and most... times did not have lunches. the school when they could not get money owed them by my parents, took to taking us kids out of class, to pick up bathrooms and while the rich kids could enjoy recess and lunch, we were made to walk around the school yard and pick up trash. the school seemed to take pleasure in using us for janitors but, yet it instilled a good quality in me. was the school right in what they did? probably not, but they did what they had to I guess to recoup the money they thought they were out.
sorry that is not holiday-ish but I thought relevant to whole story.
as I previously said, we were often without utilities, and one Christmas Eve stands out in my memory. The electric guy came to turn our lights off and the old man across the street (never will forget his name, Mr. Honeycutt) (& I was maybe 6-7 or so) came over and offered to pay the electric guy and the guy refused and turned them off anyway...my mom's tears did nothing to alleviate the situation. a little while later, the lights as if by magic came back on. Mr. Honeycutt had gone and paid them late fees and all
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