Watching Our Parents Earn a Living


In the ’80s, Milton Ritz became a Reagan-voting neoconservative. He persevered. He avoided financial catastrophes and, with Mom’s strong help, began to save some money. In the course of his lifetime, he was able to move himself and his family from working class to middle class. I came to admire that achievement. I came to appreciate how his conservative approach—“The point of investment is not to gamble money but to protect money”—finally afforded him the comfort that he and my mom had long sought. Their money fears, excited by the Depression that they had experienced as children, were finally assuaged.

“Do you know what it means to be rich?” asked my father, who had modest tastes.

“No.”

“Being able to buy what you want. That’s why I consider myself rich.”

David Ritz wrote a very lovely essay about watching his father struggle to provide for his family in Dallas, Texas for the latest issue of D Magazine, which just hit newsstands yesterday.

Photo: puuikibeach

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LightSideUp (#2,934)

Reminds me of an article I read this week, bit different tone to it though!

http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2009/07/31/my-father-the-dope-dealer.html

“The richest prize was a half-million dollars stuffed into a Styrofoam cooler and hidden in a hillside near my cousin’s house. We hit Florida’s Redland region to pick up a pair of collectible cars (Mom wound up loaning them to the makers of Miami Vice). We went to Long Island to look for a few more coolers packed with cash. Sure, Mom loved the open road. But she also knew you couldn’t take more than $10,000 on an airplane without telling authorities.”

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