“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

shaped everything he became. He got a job at the steel mill at seventeen, met my grandmother Rose at a church picnic when he was twenty-two, and married her six months later. They moved into a tiny house on the east side and started the life that everyone in my family would eventually look down on. They had one son, my father Gordon, who grew up embarrassed continue reading …