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July 9, 2013

Letter: Democracy's roots can be our remedy now

To the editor:

It came as unwelcome news to me: One in three of us is poor.

And what did I expect as I peered into the future? Despite being flattened by a heat wave or perhaps because of a solid week of 90-plus degree temperatures, my optimism is becoming modified. But what was the nature of my optimism anyway?

After all, I was a child of the Great Depression, which unequivocally dates me. Do I feel nostalgia over my mother’s making $35 a week as a librarian at Bucknell University? I look back in wonder at my ability to search out substitute families and having them welcome me graciously.

Could it be that was in the nature of small towns then? Lewisburg, Pa., had a restaurant on Main Street that saved a seat for me at the counter for breakfast when I was a child and didn’t charge me for it. Did the owners know that I had gotten up and dressed and wakened my mother just before I left and walked down the same street from the apartment?

My father had deserted my mother and me when I was a toddler. He announced that he was “off to write the Great American Novel” in some obscure state and never returned. He didn’t produce one any more than I did later in life, when I wrote three unpublishable novels.

What was wrong with them? The intrusion of fear was palpable. After all, I had majored in English Language and Literature at an Ivy League college in South Hadley thanks to my grandfather on my father’s side who paid my tuition.

He later left me my share of my father’s estate when my absent parent died of alcoholism at age 48. I felt free to choose my direction for the first time.

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