Perceptions of Hopes & Dreams

I know for sure, everyone has dreams & hopes to explore each of some
possibilities if they do come up. Why not. It doesn`t hurt anyone, unless you`re the type to do something on purpose.
Without a start, keeping your mind on certain things, you can`t explore new things, so we take chances.
Not all things come to pass. But at least, you know you tried to make whatever you dream to make something happen for your own destiny.
If you don`t try....lets say, "You may never know" or ask, "Why did I wait ", or "I should have".
We all have experienced things like that.
I was fifteen, at the time. I think my mom dressed me down, with hexagon metal glasses.
But I know we didn`t have money, being a child, that was born to an immigrant couple. I was very aware.of the times of The Great Depression.
I dreamt of being different than I was. Being a cancer sign...this loomed over other things, in the back of my mind....always, pretended being a wife, & mother, when young. But in school, mom could not communicate properly, with teachers & had to have a teacher convince her I could not see the school board work, & needed glasses.
Not too much attention was paid for being clean, we had no tub or shower. So, mom visited my aunt, often, when she took a towel & soap with her, on frequent visits. "By the way, can we use your tub?" -was a question that was etched in my mind..(very embarrassing).
But I over-came that. I was going to make sure, I`d use my dreams & make due with imagination.

I looked for ads in the paper.Being a waitress was appealing to me.
We moved across the street. -Don`t even think on this one thing.
My Mother had a idea (or dream), to build a house, when my dad finally got work which was hard to do, at the time. She met a Polish woman who use to loan money, at 2% interest, to people of the same decent, nearby. She heard of it through others -except my dad. She barrowed $1,000. 00. My dad knew nothing of this.
(I was not to say anything, since I was only 6 yrs old-otherwise, I`d get her eagle eye).. She`d pay it back, since Pop, gave here the check, getting enough for his Imperial whiskey, & a little bit for tobacco, for his pipe.
We had a porch at the old house, with homemade furniture, an oak table that didn`t fit in the 3 bedroom house.
And, of course, my mom`s homemade rocker, which she always used. especially, if she had an idea, for something, as mentioned. (She always rocked faster when her mind was really active!!) I noticed that.
She eventually paid the woman back in a year. My dad still knew nothing, except it was appealing to him to get excess wood to make things, & they became bigger as time went on. Asking if he good have the left-over wood, still not knowing the house was to be ours. The stuff got bigger. My mom found a designer, & he made some plans for her urgings....two bedrooms, one bath, living room, kitchen, etc. The house went up. Meanwhile, with my mom`s raised eye brows, watching my dad bring enough to build a shed on the side of our small house, she`d have to figure a way, to let him knw what she did. (I`m the one who let it slip).
We took a walk, & I mentioned, looking at the house, & said, proudly. "OURS:???? My mom looked at me for a second, & held my hand until it was white.....
My dad had a questioned look. "vat you did , now"?? She had to tell him what happened . She barrowed another $2,000.00 & was half paid back. My brother was drafted, as the war was in progress. He sent money enough to pay the rest. Can`t believe my dad took the credit...& my mom let him.-some dreams do come true.

Back to me, looking in the paper, with meager clothing, I changed & sewed & added stuff to, I found I
could take a bus, earned enough money to pay for Patricia Steven`s Modeling & Finishing school. I did model for 3 yrs, doing live statues I department store windows, & modeled play clothing.