My maternal grandparents were poor Pa Dutch people. My mat grandmother was a homemaker in their little, tiny row home on a side alley. My mat grandfather worked 47 years in a 4 by 4 ft space in a textile company doing the same thing decade after decade. They never owned a car, never had a checking acct, paid everything in cash... his highlight in life was walking his little terrier sparkey. They struggled their entire lives, he drank too much and both seemed perpetually unhappy. They always doted on me and my sister and I loved taking walks with my "pop-pop". As I got older I realized how poor they were and how much they missed out on in life. When Lennon & McCartney talked about "all the lonely people" in Eleanor Rigby, I always thought of them.
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