My mom was a working woman. She made more money than my dad. Both my parents worked. And this was in the '60s.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wasn't really aware that my father was working for quite a while. I thought it was my mother who had all the money!
My mother, who graduated from high school at sixteen, had no hope of affording college, so she went to work in the local post office for a dollar a day. She was doing better than her father, who earned ten cents an hour working at a nearby grain elevator.
My mother was a sociologist and an intellectual, and my father was an industrialist with a business in copper and aluminum wire. He was very strict and he wanted me to work in the family business - for him, the worst thing was having a daughter who worked in fashion.
My mother stopped working when she had my brother. She was a full time mom until I started getting heavily into ice skating lessons, and it got to the point where they really needed my mom to earn an income.
My mother worked in advertising and my father was a journalist. But they split up when I was three and I grew up in a single-parent family. My mum brought my brother and I up.
My mother opened a bank account for me when I made $60 on my first day of work as an extra. She's that kind of mother.
I come from a family of working women, my mum went to work two weeks after I was born - my parents had no money, there was no choice.
Mom was a housewife; Dad was an accountant. They taught me a lot about the value of working hard.
My mother was a housewife. My father was a garment worker.
My dad was an autoworker, my mom was a clerk. Until I was thirty-five, I never made more than fifteen thousand dollars a year.