Guest Post by Realestatepup
When I was young, my father delivered potato chips for a living. He worked for a small, regional chip-maker (long gone, I believe bought out by a larger company). When he took the job, he did so with one thought in mind: expand his route by his own initiative in order to make more money on commissions for new routes.
He did exactly that. We were not poor nor rich, but we lived in a modest 2-unit house bought for $21,000 via a Yankee Mac loan, the precursor to today’s VA loan. Interest rates at that time were high, and I believe my parents were thrilled they were paying something like 12% on that loan.
My dad drove an old, used Chevy Vega. I don’t remember my mother having a car, she worked close to home and walked to work, but didn’t even work when my brother and I were little.
We at good meals three times a day cooked by my mother, and eating out was a rarity.
We went to the drive-in, camping, swimming. Friends came over to our house and we rode bikes and played outside. Parents played cards.
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