“I only worked one day last week and Mrs. A. called me yesterday and said she didn’t need me this week either. So I guess you are going to have to order me some shoes and some underclothes. I am completely out. I was going to go wash yesterday but I only had 11¢ and couldn’t. Novetta had already gone to work so I couldn’t get any from her. I’ll get by alright only I guess you’ll have to send me about $5 to buy my new shorthand and typing books with.” *************
I had no idea I was ever such a poverty stricken college student! I didn’t think I was poor! This excerpt is from a letter I wrote to my mother on January 20, 1953. I remember my daddy (Pete) bringing me to Bible school, paying my bill, taking me to the store to buy an iron and telling me goodbye. I think he left me with a few dollars; I’m not sure but I know he would not have left me penniless. I probably was one of the few who started off with my bill paid, so that might have made me feel rich. I walked about 3/4 mile to do some house cleaning about two or three times a week. I think I got 75¢ for three hours work. (Mrs. A was the one who worked later in my behalf to get me a good job with the state. I was so thankful. She liked me. You can’t beat that!)
I hope you all will enjoy a peek with me into my college days as shown by letters I wrote to my mom (Amy) in 1952-54. She kept the letters. I have had them since her death in 1994. I can’t believe I have had them so long without reading them!