January 6, 2015

By Doreen

Growing up in the 50’s we never felt poor or needy though by today’s standards we probably were. My father was a mechanic and mom, worked occasionally as a school cafeteria helper. Breakfast for most of us in the community was rice and some kind of canned meat like vienna sausage or crispy fried aku (tuna) bones. We went without shoes, but no one was teased. We wore homemade clothes. Life was so different but just as our food was simple so were our relationships. We shared our cares and we shared our resources.