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These uncertain economic times bring to mind my mother’s accounts of surviving the Great Depression. Mom was resourceful and found ways to make her money stretch and get a decent return on her investments. I was one of them.
When I was a high school senior planning to attend the University of San Francisco, Mom insisted I take the civil service employment exam. USF is a private university and even 40 years ago tuition wasn’t cheap. I had to earn as much money as I could the summer between high school and college to help with expenses.
My mother encouraged me — actually, she forced me — to take the civil service exam because she said those jobs paid better. She was right. The summer of 1968, my best friend stood on her feet all day making minimum wage, $1.60 an hour, while I sat at a desk earning nearly $4 an hour.
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