This is the story of how the depression started. This was one of the worst times I've ever lived through.
In the 1920's all was well. Or at least it seemed that way. People were using a new paying form called credit, which put money in their pocket that they didn't have.
But when a lot of people didn't pay their credit bills, the banks ran out of money. And that means the people lost their money too. Making people lose jobs, homes, and quality of life.
While my father had a job, it was only a job in a butcher shop. Every year he was making less money every paycheck. One week he made $2 and only one month later he made $1 in his paycheck. It didn't go any lower, but it was time for me to find a job.
I got a job at a butcher shop and made $1.50 a week. My father made less than me, but he said I was lucky I even found one. My father said if he quit his job he wouldn't have found a new one.
When I got older, WWII came around and I got ripped from my life in NYC and drafted into war.