Short Stories, Poems and Life

How a Kid Earned Money back in 1946 – Part Two

Growing up I never knew we were poor as everyone else on our street was also
poor. My dad was a gambler so there were times his paycheck was lost, and we struggled for food. Mom had a hard time raising three kids, but she did her best. If I wanted anything other than the bare necessities, I had to earn the money to get it. It’s funny the things we remember from childhood but one I remember is one buddy, Tony Desimone (he was around my age, 11 or 12 years old) lived down my street and his Mom was a special lady, a single mom (I don’t know what happened with his Dad) who treated me like I was one of her own.

This particular day I was at her house around lunch time and she asked if I was hungry (at 11 or 12 years old I was always hungry), She made me a sandwich from tuna fish, marinated string beans on crusty Italian bread. I am not sure if it was because I was extra hungry or the fact, I never had a sandwich like this one, but it was the most delicious sandwich I ever had. For years later I tried many times to duplicate it, but it never turned out like she made it. Still to this day I do not know why. I use the same ingredients, tuna fish, marinated string beans, crusty Italian bread but the taste and flavor are not the same?

I do not know whatever happened to Tony or his Mom as my family moved. His Mom now is in heaven and even if Tony is still around, I doubt he would have a clue why my sandwich is not even close to his Mom’s. Well I guess that is just another mystery in life. Oh, I did not get around to telling you how a Kid earned money back in 1946 but I promise it is coming. Stay tuned in.

© Robert A Evans

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