Sewing pockets?
Seriously?
Pockets?
One would hope they graduated to cuffs sometime before they got the clild through college...
Dutch I BEG to disagree with you," you old poop."
Back 70 years or so in My neck of the woods we had enough factory's to keep jobs for the children of immigrants. The Irish, Polish.French, Italians you name it they came here and worked in shoe shops, cloth mills, tanneries, and printing shops.
When WW2 came along they left the factory's, joined the military and fought for us. Those too old for war worked at the shipyard building Submarine's one time a new boat built every 12 weeks or so.
When the war ended the youngest took advantage of the GI bill and went to college, the over 30 year old went back into the mills. Their children are the ones I went to school with, smart, they were bi and tri lingual from intermarriage between the ethnic groups and some how their family's sent a good 60% of the kids to college.
The kids knew you see that their moms spent 12 hours a day sewing pockets on pants and their fathers worked 2 jobs as their dream was for their kids to never have to work in a factory as they did.
They watched as their parents worked themselves half to death not for vacations or spiffy cars but for the future of their children. Mom had one good dress for Church and Dad one marring burring suite.
With all this on their plate, the mothers and grandmothers taught their daughters to sew, keep the house hold books and with large family's how to parent.
The fathers with limited funds taught the boys to work on the family car, repair simple divices around the house, how to repair the roof, how to build a boat, hunt and fish.
There is a reason that Generation of simple factory workers were are called a great Generation.
They did all this with NO food stamps, little medical care, perhaps an 8 grade education----
This generation ,the parents of my friends keep a keen eye on their kids even after the graduated highschool.
The strange thing was the kids that came from homes where the parents worked at jobs that were--clean---office or professional in no way seemed to care one bit about their parents. These were the kids that became the Hippies and druggies in the 1960's.
I wonder how they would have turned out had their mother sewed pockets all day to send them to school.??
