This morning I had a memory of something my mother told us when we were little. This from during WW2. The Western Union boy, and then it was boys. They'd bike onto the block, and everyone knew what this meant.
People would watch to see where he'd stop praying it wasn't your house. The kid would go to a door. Then there'd be crying screaming, and such.
This as news that a son brother or father had been killed in action.
This was that war at home.
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Dreadful. My house once received that kind of news, though it wasn’t from a war. I’d hate to be the kid who had that job.
But at least they had a job. Now even newspaper deliveries are done by adults so desperate that a kid’s sub-minimum wages look pretty good.
Z
These were early signs of the fall of the empire. This just before homelessness became common.
I remember when grown men began to take the job of shoveling snow from local young kids. This in the late 1970's on. I imagine kiddies still might be doing it in upscale 'hoods or out in smaller towns.
However in the cities kids shoveling snow for you is a forgotten tradition.
Actually I didn't like the older guys. They were a mean, and rough sort. They often demanded,...that's "demanded" payment up front.
Then they'd slip away before they were half finished.
My neighbors would just shovel the stuff away themselves instead of dealing with them creeps.
However with the new climate the whole thing is somewhat moot as big snows have become rare.
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