Mother would go to a designated site downtown and get several boxes of food lasting for a month. These boxes contained salted cheese, flour, lard, grits, sugar, peanut butter, canned meat, canned vegetables, salt, oatmeal and powdered milk.
The worst item in the box was the powdered milk. No matter how much you stirred, you had to end up smashing the lumps on the side of a glass before you could drink it.
Father and I had a powerful bond. Maybe, it was because I inherited his intuitive abilities. Let's just say I knew he was coming home, before Mother announced it.
Father qualified for Social Security benefits and Veteran's benefits. It did not surprise me. It was obvious he was not able to work. Father was a disabled veteran and it would take time before he received a monthly pension. In the meantime, my skills heightened. I would survive!
More to come...
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