A Gal in a Proud Profession

When I was born in 1925, I think our family was pretty much “Father knows best” until 1929, when the stock-market crash ushered in the Great Depression. After that, the kindest way I can describe it is dysfunctional.

While we always had food and shelter, there was little else. Love and kindness were displaced by anger and sarcasm. School became my salvation— working on projects and acquiring as, copyediting the high school newspaper, and being on the varsity debate team.

Our daily newspaper...