How Did Mom or Dad or both Earn a Living?

That's cool. I too tired to write an expose of my parents. No, it's not a Mommy Dearest. As far as I know, we are not related to the Garlands' and we have no tree, so no garland there either. Aye.

i love the pic

My father just retired in Sept. from General Motors. He was an auto mechanic that worked on concept vehicles.

Thanks Rick, that's an honest sharing...You're so talented.I have seen your cartoons.

I know William, there are clauses in your words...:)

Thanks , Beate...love this image for this article..borrowed from photobucket.

Hi Janet,
your father must be working hard.How's he feeling now?

Well, my parents eloped on Christmas Day and got married in Corinth Mississippi. They were in the 11th grade and lived in Paducah, Ky. I can't imagine why my grandparents were upset then because they always treated me well. My dad borrowed a $100 from a cool relative and (to make this more dramatic) they fled to Detroit Michigan.

Although we were dirt poor White trash, but nobody said this out loud, but they called us Hillbillies. I was about ten when I finally figured out this wasn't a compliment. I never felt deprived except for two things. I could not afford to buy the first Beatles album and my folks just couldn't afford Dr. Suess books. I finally bought a set of 3 Dr. Suess books when I was 41. I memorized some of it. I'm still a kid, but that doesn't mean I'm a goat. Bah without a humbug.

My father was a firefighter, and my mother was an awesome stay-at-home mom. Dad has his masters degree in political science. Mom has an associates degree in teaching. :) Just a typical childhood, I guess.

Dad was ....PROFFESSOR OF PSYCHOLOGY! And Mom was Director of Employment services.
We had a wonderful life. Dad still pursues his academic inclinations, writes and publishes books on Education and Kashmir.

My dad is a dentist and my mom did all of the accounting and bookkeeping for the office(her degree was in business). After their divorce, my mom is currently an artist(one that actually makes money) as well as working part time doing accounting for a friend's business. My dad is still a dentist, but is no longer in private practice. He works for the Juvenile Justice System as well as treating in a free clinic for migrant workers.

My dad was an architect and built many houses and schools in the city I grew up near, but I was only five when he was taken ill with spinal menengitis, which affected his motor skills and he spent the next fourteen years in a Veterans Hopsital far from us, and my mother went on Aid to Dependent "Children, that what it was called then, and she raised us, and when I was 13, she sold our beautiful home, and went to school for cooking, and managed restaurants and cooked for about eight years until she got ill and passed away, but we were never poor, had a great life, don't know how, but someone always looked after us, and still does.

my dad worked in rendering....he made more money doing that than teaching English which was his forte......
grhs......

my mom, was mom.......
a housewife by trade.........

My dad taught music for over fifty years in elementary school, private lessons, and accompanying. He still accompanies now. He almost had finished a masters in music, but at that time, it wasn't as necessary to have a masters as it is now.

My mom has her bachelors and masters in music education, and taught in public school until I was born. Then she raised my brother and I, but did a lot of volunteer work for the school. She arranged the assemblies for the school, a job which could have gone full time paid, but she chose to do something else at that point. She has also been a Mary Kay Consultant, and is now more of an entrepreneur, with a passion for the environment and living a non-toxic life.

I am still working on my bachelors, but music was instilled in me at a young age. I had a pretty darned good life growing up. I never knew if times were tight or not as we were always loved, and found creative ways to enjoy the holidays together no matter what.

My father was an officer in the British army and we travelled a LOT, living in many foreign countries. My mother did not work outside the home. It was not considered the thing to do in those days! She had a degree in History and taught until she married my Dad.

My father retired from Chrysler he was a project engineer. My mother was a Housewife taking care of my father , 5 boys and 2 girls. Back then Housewives didn't get paid as much as they do now! ;D lol Later on when we were all out or in High school my mother worked as a waitress just to get some extra money!

My father was an investment banker and my mother was a CPA. I guess it's no wonder I love money so much, lol.

My father was a country doctor who devoted his life to his practice and what little spare time to the Boy Scouts. We were never wealthy but not wanting either. My mother taught school before they were married. They were not allowed to date except to double date in High School and survived college, medical school and internship and he had to establish himself as a physician before her parents would allow them to marry!
My mother worked outside the home after they married but was very active in civic affairs and served as president or similar position in just about every organization to which she belonged at some time.

Like Bill, I memorized some Dr. Suess books but that was from reading them to our kids.

My father was a restaurant manager. He started in Fast Food (McDonalds) and ended up in Full Service (Jerry's) My mom was a keypunch operator for city hall and then the health dept. Eventually she went to work for the Census Bureau, doing various jobs when not working there. My parents divorced in 1978 and things were always somewhat chaotic. My dad was my biggest support, but I lived with my mom. It all came out in the long run. While I couldn't be with my dad during the worst of his cancer due to pregnency and a son only 1 year old, I believe he knew how much he meaned to me. I never had to doubt how much I meant to him. My mom and I developed a better relationship after I became an official adult and I was able to be there often when she was going through her cancer fight. I spent the final 3 weeks of her life at the hospital with her, as I promised.

My mom worked at a dept store and my dad was a gambler meaning he played Poker every weekend for money along with going to the race-track, thoroughbred racing, and he also was a lumberjack as well as a tire salesman once.

Rick reminds me of a cartoon I saw years ago. A graduate was standing with his mortar board and gown on and said to his parents, "Well, Mom & Dad, I became a doctor like you always wanted. And now I'm going to drive truck like I always wanted!

Dad was a police officer who worked as a part-time security guard at night. Mom is a medical office assistant.

My Dad was a mechanic
My Mom was at times a housekeeper, and then a bartender~

Cool post!
My dad, railroad. Trains ,trains and more trains but he did cook on the derailments. Mom a teacher and sill teaching well into her 70's.
We were not rich, nor poor like some.

You are blessed indeed, Bhawana ... to have such parents!

My dad had his own construction company and built custom, one-of-a-kind homes. My mother stayed at home and raised the four of us. It was a comfortable, happy life ... filled with love. I was and am very lucky!

Interesting writing and William, John and Lisa's remarks are really worthy reading.

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My father worked at Caterpillar and had a side business working as a mechanic.

My Mom worked many jobs, finally settled into a receptionist position at a doctor's office.

My parents both worked, and in fact, still do (by choice). Both of my parents are in the helping profession.

I would like to thank you individually to each friend who shared all about himself/herself.I am so humbled by your sharings.I believe that life is folded in so many layers,not so easy to unfold it but atleast we can peep in and see the colors.

My father was very talented in music and art. After high school he tried to enlist in the army but his vision was poor and becoming worse. For three years he was blind as cataracts completely covered his eyes. His mother sold her house to pay for his treatment. This was the old days. No laser surgery. The doctors got rid of his cataracts by inducing malaria and the fever burned them off. He immediately went to work in a factory to help his mother. He worked in that refractory every day with the asbestos that ended up killing him.
My mother was a stay at home mom who took in ironings.
After my father died my mother went to work in a factory but developed health problems and ended up having two surgeries. I went to work at a car wash after school and that is the only income we had for awhile. The man that owned the catering truck that serviced the pottery would give us the left overs at the end of the day.
Though we went through very rough times my father and mother both taught us to not complain, be thankful for what we did have, and share with others.

My foster dad was a machinist and worked for one company all of his working life. My foster mom was a stay-at-home mom so she baby sat for some of the other working moms in the neighborhood. She was wonderful with children.

my papa was a pulp wood cutter and my mom a house wife i was a very proud daughter of them both my papa make a living out in the woods where he was happy and we didnt go with out and my mom was and still is a great cook and home keeper

My dad worked as a Taxi Driver and My mom was a housewife.

My dad was an engineer for Ford while my parents were married in Detroit. Later, he worked for GM. My mom was a housewife while I was young, but then went to work doing various office jobs such as bookeeping, etc.

My mother stayed home,sat on her ass, drank beer smoke cigarettes all day long, Step father work in shop as a die sitter, must have found time to drink because he came home from work drunk.

My father worked for the Dept of Parks in NYC and my mom was a stay at home one until I turned 15 then she went to work in retail.

My Dad was a farmer - is now retired. He is skilled at wood working, too, and has helped his kids build or renovate houses several times. The Blue Belle Inn would not exist without him. My Mom helped with farming and was a stay at home mom except when she was driving tractor. A sometimes hard life, but with great rewards.

U shud not have praised ur papa for public consumptio.Priasing ur Mummy isvery satisfying

I guess we were poor, but I had so much happiness in my house, I really never thought about it. My Dad did whatever was honest, legal or moral to make a living. When times got hard we all went to work, to make ends meet