Jobs

My grandson, Calvin, started a job today.  For a couple of years he has worked for me for a pittance along with his siblings doing jobs around the house like mowing the lawn.  I began to think of my own job history.  Like many girls I began babysitting very early.  I had a regular appointment to watch the little boy of the lady in the house in front of ours when I lived in Bountiful.  She actually treated me more as a friend and a peer and spent at least as much time visiting with me as I did looking after little Max.  In high school I worked for a brief time at the bakery near my high school but my mother insisted I quit when a rape happened near the bakery.  I colored in home backgrounds for an architect, worked a temp job and did housekeeping and baby sitting for two very different families.  It was a good way to see how other people lived on a fairly close level.  My older brother went away to work on a turkey farm in northern Utah for the summer when he was fifteen.  I don't recall either of my little sisters having jobs when they were teens.  I observed that young people who worked for their education usually valued it more and wasted less time partying.