An essay about the home inn which i grew up in
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It was very, very poor and my mother was very, very abusive to me and my sister because we were girls. My mother was born in 1910 when we were still an agrarian society and my grandfather was very Victorian in his thinking. He abused my mother horrible because she wasn't a boy and he needed male farm hands. So, my mother carried on only what was done to her. By the time I was 28 years old, I had to go to counseling to start undoing the damage she did to me. She only had an eight grade education because her father refused to allow her to go to school and she wasn’t trained to do anything either. Also, she was afraid to be out among people. So, she never tried to work after she had children. We only had my father’s social security to live on up until we all became working age. Sometimes we got welfare. Then, we all helped support her and ourselves when we were old enough to work. My brother was the only one who got store bought clothes. She bought our underwear, but, she made our dresses. We weren’t allowed to wear shorts or pants. We rarely even got a toy at Christmas. I remember just getting a doll and toy dishes to share with my sister who also got her doll. She would buy my brother erector sets, tinker toys, and Lincoln logs. He was never interested in sports. During the holiday season, churches would bring us food baskets so we would have something to eat on Thanksgiving and Christmas. During the fifties when I grew up, there were no food banks to go to, only welfare checks to supplement the social security.
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It was very, very poor and my mother was very, very abusive to me and my sister because we were girls. My mother was born in 1910 when we were still an agrarian society and my grandfather was very Victorian in his thinking. He abused my mother horrible because she wasn't a boy and he needed male farm hands. So, my mother carried on only what was done to her. By the time I was 28 years old, I had to go to counseling to start undoing the damage she did to me. She only had an eight grade education because her father refused to allow her to go to school and she wasn’t trained to do anything either. Also, she was afraid to be out among people. So, she never tried to work after she had children. We only had my father’s social security to live on up until we all became working age. Sometimes we got welfare. Then, we all helped support her and ourselves when we were old enough to work. My brother was the only one who got store bought clothes. She bought our underwear, but, she made our dresses. We weren’t allowed to wear shorts or pants. We rarely even got a toy at Christmas. I remember just getting a doll and toy dishes to share with my sister who also got her doll. She would buy my brother erector sets, tinker toys, and Lincoln logs. He was never interested in sports. During the holiday season, churches would bring us food baskets so we would have something to eat on Thanksgiving and Christmas. During the fifties when I grew up, there were no food banks to go to, only welfare checks to supplement the social security.