TB

My mother continued work to raise money to get to the U.S.A. I remember, and was told, it was the Pot of Gold. My mother always felt guilty. I knew that. She did the best she could under the  circumstances.
She would often buy me dinner before she went to work. But the most interesting was a savings bank on the mantel with money. I emptied it frequently to buy a small bottle of Coke. By the time the man came to collect the savings from the savings pot for the TB there would be very little there. I never did get punished for this. Never. I think my father had been caught. My mother thought it was funny.
I never stole from that pot again. Don't ask me how I got away with it. My father was quite the punisher.

TV in Holland

The blog has been good to me. It made me realize that I raised myself. I learned a lot about myself. I learned about why I am so independent. I remembered in Amsterdam my aunt had made curtains, and sheets that were Bambi. I looked at them all night before I went to sleep. My mother went to work in the movie theater as an usherette, at my uncle's movie theater in hope that we could be the first to get tv in our block and family. Never mind that the broadcast were very limited. Everyone liked me at 4:45 P.M. on Saturdays. It was the only time there was children programming.
My dad took off for the Pais's as soon as he could. I, was left alone. I would draw the curtains, wet the soap and washcloth. Made sure the toothbrush was wet so I could watch TV in the evening. The neighbor upstairs was suppose to watch me. She once did and found me in bed. She never checked on me again.
At night I woud watch Perry Como. That was all there was on. I always made sure I was in bed before my dad came home.