“During WWII, I worked in the Defense Depot. I was also a USO hostess and attended all the USO dances. That’s how I met my first husband, the father of my boys. We dated all through the war, and when he was sent overseas, he wrote me a letter every day. We married in 1945. He was a steel worker, and his job moved him around a lot. Sometimes we joined him, and sometimes we stayed with my parents while he worked, but after a while he stopped sending for us, and eventually we divorced.
“I was by myself then, and it was up to me to support us. At the time, I didn’t think raising children as a single mom was all that hard. I had two good boys, and we always had a pretty good time. I loved them so. I just did what every other mother did: I worked, fixed meals, ironed, cleaned, and took care of the children. We never ate out. I never complained though. I didn’t say anything bad about my situation and never blamed anyone. I was just thankful to have a good job ($1.25 per hour) so that I could take care of my boys. I always prayed that my children would grow up to be good boys, and they did. Each of them thinks they’re my favorite [*laughs*]. We had no money, but we had food to eat and a place to live all those years, so we were happy."