When you are a child on welfare. You do not know the word itself!
My dad was going in & out of jobs. He did not have much of an education. He had an eighth-grade education. So he was an “unskilled laborer My parents went on welfare.
I did not like the sound of it! I had some kids in the area. Thinking My parents were “well off” I could not stand and face the kids and tell them “my parents and I are on “welfare!”
We had to move from the near west side. To the very near west side. We spent about three years, living what was called at that time “Paradise for the poor” Because it was a public housing development for people who were either were on welfare or low income.
Either way! It was living in respect & dignity!
As a kid! Welfare took very good care of the three of us. Especially me!
Looking back. It was not as bad as I thought it was.Because in those days. As a kid! They made sure you breakfast to lunch, dinner everyday.