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     The .upgl' sun Thursda Nov.10 I 3 
     
    
   
   
    
     THE EXCHANGE 
     
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     ‘o coffee house for everyone" 
     
    
   
   
    
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     Gramnie Wood woke up and 
     
     looked at her clod<. It 
     
     was near tent o'clock, time 
     
     to get up and get started 
     
    
   
   
    
     she really have to get up 
     
     for? 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     She lived alone in her 
     
     ouse, her eight children 
     
     re all grown up and 
     
     one; her husband was 
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
        
     
        
     
       
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     day and even that be- 
     
     tiresane when you had 
     
     0 one to share them with. 
     
    
   
   
    
     She thought bad< to the 
     
     ays when all the family 
     
     re hare, busy days they 
     
     re, and certainly not 
     
     ppy ones. Her hsrband 
     
     ank, cared nothing for 
     
     '5 wife or family, and * 
     
    
   
   
    
     for the day, but what did . 
     
    
   
   
    
     All the burden of the 
     
     family fell on her 
     
     shoulders. She would walk 
     
     three miles to tom to 
     
     any rurmage sale she 
     
     heard about to pick up 
     
     clothes for her children. 
     
    
   
   
    
     She thought about her 
     
     daughter Rose, now living 
     
     in the States. 'Ihey were 
     
     so poor, all they had to 
     
     eat was bread and 
     
     molasses. Rose hated 
     
     going to the store for 
     
     molasses, which they got 
     
    
   
   
    
     in a big jar. She 
     
    
   
   
    
     wouldn't go unless she 
     
     had a big bag to hide the 
     
     jar in, but even then the 
     
     other children used to 
     
     laught and tease her for 
     
     carrying a jar of 
     
     molasses, and she would 
     
     cane heme crying. 
     
    
   
   
    
     She became an alcoholic. 
     
     She thought about her 
     
    
   
   
    
     son, Marvin. She used to 
     
     give him letters to mail 
     
    
   
   
    
     to her sister in the 
     
     States, and her husband 
     
     would watch, take thé 
     
     letter from him and tear 
     
     it up. Her husband en— 
     
     couraged him in any way, 
     
     to  anything that would 
     
     hurt her. 
     
    
   
   
    
     He grew up and went 
     
     to prison. 
     
    
   
   
    
     She thought about 
     
    
   
   
    
     Melvin, her youngest and 
     
     ‘ her favourite. He tried 
     
    
   
   
    
     so hard to be friends with 
     
     his father but he always 
     
     ended up getting nowhere. 
     
    
   
   
    
     He became a helpless 
     
     alcoholic when he grew up. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Not one of her. eight 
     
     daildren bothered with 
     
    
   
   
    
     States. ‘ In fact she 
     
     didn't even know. where 
     
     two of her drildren were 
     
     living. 
     
    
   
   
    
     «immature QEQBiRfiQEiK 
     
     LL©NEEUNE SS. 
     
    
   
   
    
     'Iheir childhood was 
     
     unhappy, they just wanted 
     
     to forget their parents. 
     
    
   
   
    
     'Ihey blamed their 
     
     mother for staying with 
     
    
   
   
    
     7 their father, and letting 
     
    
   
   
    
     Mmabtsethemtheway 
     
     hedid. 
     
    
   
   
    
     In the afternoons, she 
     
     would sit at the kitchen 
     
     window and watdi the 
     
     cars go by; maybe, today 
     
     someone would come to 
     
     visit her, or the mail- 
     
     man would bring her a 
     
     letter besides the 
     
     telephcne or electric 
     
     light bill. 
     
    
   
   
    
     'Ihirking about it all, 
     
     she wmdered if the long 
     
     ago days were not better 
     
     than the loneliness she 
     
     now lived with. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Her sacrifice, if it 
     
     was a sacrifice, had been 
     
     useless.