Are we sharing again ? One hot summer day, August 14, 1935, my mother and I were   Â
walking hand in hand on Zabriskie Street in Jersey City.  Windows were open everywhere  Â
curtains moving in the slight breeze, some parted, some knotted on the rods. You could   Â
hear the Philco radios blaring static and sound within, suddenly the windows filled with   Â
people yelling, shouting hoorays! In the streets they laughed and danced and sang “Happy
days are here again!” Â I turned to my mother, she squeezed my hand tightly and said “Mr. Â Â
Roosevelt passed the Social Security Act “.  “Thank God !”  I couldn’t forget that day, it   Â
was like the biggest party I ever saw, no balloons, no ice cream, but a lot of whooping it  Â
up and delirious people.  It’s a memory that still lives happily with me but what I most  Â
remember is that tired old house dress my mom was wearing and how joyous she was. Â Â
Some memories are worth keeping, don’t you think ? Â
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