From the American Scene: The Jewish Stationery Store
When the New York Telephone Company gave my father a dollar-a-week raise in 1896, just as he got married, my mother was ecstatic.
“But how will we spend $10 a week?” she asked.
That was before they became parents. With my eldest sister, ambition was born—the Jewish parental ambition to give the children “everything.” It goaded Papa and Mama from the placid status of the salaried-man-with-homemaking-wife into the tougher partnership of a candy store. By the time they had a quartet of daughters the candy store was a stationery store. Onward and upward.
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