When I was 13, everyone in my neighborhood was just as aware of God and what he asked of them as they were of what had to be done at home every day. Yeah, there were chores that needed to be completed before meeting up with friends or talking on the phone. My mom and dad worked from 6:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. every day at one factory or another over the years — my mother nursed me on her lunch hour at the Sequoit Silk Mill. They saved five dollars every week for eight years, and were finally able to purchase their own West Scranton home in 1950 when I was nine.

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