Storms

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning how to dance in the rain." Unknown

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My mother was born in October of 1929, just a few weeks before the Crash of 1929. She is truly a child of the Depression, although her father had a good job as a special agent for the Burlington Northern Railroad. Even those with good jobs struggled through the Depression.

Like many of her generation, my mother learned to adapt to the situation. She developed skills and habits which she used to improve her situation. To this day she still can spot a quarter laying on the sidewalk from across the street. She has thrift habits that the rest of the family used to laugh at, but now we admire. For example, she gets copies yesterday's Denver Post from the dumpster behind the Safeway store. She then delivers the papers to her friends. She has two friends that she has known since second grade. The three of them don't complain about the storms, they just dance in the rain.