Letter: Spitting mad
Published 5:00 pm Thursday, October 10, 2013
I am so mad I could spit if I wasnt such a lady, and 88 years old.
When I was 18 years old, I went to Washington, D.C., and got one of two apartments available during the war. I got a job with the National Board of Real Estate as a Linotype operator across from the White House.
I also worked up from the White House at Bushees Baby Store, an exclusive store, where they came in and sat in several chairs while we showed them Botany childrens clothes, etc. I was offered a manager job at their new Palm Springs, Calif., store, but got homesick for our fir trees and country out here.
When I decided to come home, I roomed for a week at a secretary place. All the girls were in one room. They told me every politician has the family on their payroll, and other stories. I also took messages to the Statler Hotel in D.C., where they had big taxpayer dinners.
The politicians have shut down all the programs for low-income people and moms and babies, wanting to fill their deep pockets with money for them and their big business partners who dont pay any taxes on their outsourcing.
I call everyone and tell them I will not vote for anyone who votes for these. I am from a large family who feel the way I do. Vote against this. Call and complain.
I dont need the money or programs, but many are homeless. I remember when I was a kid how it was with people not having even food. We happened to live on a 13-acre place, Lockwood Hill, in La Center, Wash., but so many were not that fortunate. Nevertheless, we depended on gardening, mostly beans and potatoes Depression food which I find usually is quite good for you.