I was still with Uncle Vincent and acquiring experience. Drawing wills, examining titles, real estat transfers, answering interrogatories and filing petitions in court, and motions and listening to Uncle argue cases.
Things began to look brighter. I was doing some graduate studies at Northeaster University. It was on its last legs. It was an excellent law school and over the years it made it possible for the University to expand and move up in the educational area. But it did not do anything for the Law School. They had instructors and they were not in the top tier. As I found out.
In September 1952 to June of 1953, I taught corporate law and partnership law and accounting procedures. This helped me. This position was was acquired by a CPA and unfortunately I have lost his name in my mind. He was a wonderful man and gave me a lot of pointers. A short time after the school shut down because they were not getting a cash flow. They had students that had graduated and other in grades due to the failure of the government to pay as each student completed his or her course.
Mother shortly after that asked for her [ed: Persian] lamb coat. I explained to her that I would be able to do that later but at the time I did not have the finances to do that. That I had to build up the business and I needed more cases and it would be some time before I could build a good practice. And then I could do a lot better for her. It was no go. "If you love me, you will buy me the coat." I did and as it would happen. No money was coming in. And eventually in a few months I got behind on the mortgage payment.
Mother then put the Boy in a nursery school with people a short distance from us on Walnut St. named Whittaker. They were wonderful people and accommodated us by keeping the Boy with them until we came home from work . And were able to get back on our feet. While I did get work it wasn't anything to talk about.
Sounds like they hit a rough patch, but did what they had to do. All's well that ends well....as Shakespeare said. :)
ReplyDeleteMoney was a point of contention for my parents. Because of the coat, Ma took over the reins of the finances.
DeleteYour Ma was one determined lady, that's for sure! Enjoy your day, Valerie
ReplyDeleteThat's an understatement :-D
DeleteI'm not sure I want to comment on your mother's actions here, CJ. This manipulation put their finances in jeopardy. But lets talk more positive, like how pretty the coat was.
ReplyDeleteI think considering she was the one who financially kept the family going while Dad was in law school and working for his Uncle (who did not pay him), she wanted something that meant she had finally arrived. She loved that coat. I was sure there was a picture of her wearing the coat, but couldn't find it. So disappointed.
Deletethese many years later how many institutions and businesses are shutting down because of cash flow; the company my grandfather and dad worked at is on it's last.....
ReplyDeletemom sounds like she ruled the roost; or maybe dad had intentions of getting her the coat all along as a "surprise" or maybe Christmas gift and so went the "surprise".
this reminded me of the Blondie and Dagwood film { have all their movies on DVD !! } where Blondie wanted a coat; Dagwood wanted a membership in the "trout club" ...no joke on that name and ultimately they each got what they wanted
{ don't want to leave a spoiler in case you ever watch anything they made } ♥♥
Sad about a company in business for so long not able to sustain itself in this economy.
DeleteMa was like the Queen of Hearts. We all bowed to her wishes for fear of losing our heads :-D
I haven't seen Blondie and Dagwood in decades. Trout Club :-D
Persian lamb is quite the coat. I am glad fur is no longer the style, but it was, wasn't it? My mom had a black coat with a mink collar. It looked good on her too. Don't know what she did with it, but in her dementia she probably donated it as she did a lot of things. Happy almost Friday. Hugs-erika
ReplyDeleteFur was all the rage back then. I don't know how my mother wore this coat as it's very, very heavy and she was a tiny woman.
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