First Job

My first job was making my bed.  This job was mine before we left Trenton NJ in 1962 when I was six. My mother gave me a quarter every day for making my bed. She also told me the bully across the street was named Tammy the Rotton Spot and didn't question me about picking up heavy rocks when I broke my thumb. As a result, I'm the only woman of my generation who makes the bed every morning. I've even started using a bed spread (remember bed spreads) to protect our bed from dog fur. It's just a sheet but I do put some thought into the decoration on the sheet chosen by my late mother-in-law Sharonn Gittelsohn. Most of our sheets are in-law hand-me-downs.

My father was surprised that my teenage son does not have the job of making his bed. My parents must have been in agreement about the importance of beginning the day that way. I find in freshens up the bedroom.