When I was little, about 4 or 5, my grandmother was still working as an entrepreneur. She sold Princess House glassware for year before I was born and continued until I was about 8 or 9.

She used to have to pack up her suitcases with the crystal, either get in a cab or my mom would drive her to people’s homes, set up and showcase the crystal. Usually these shows would be at night or in the daytime on the weekend.

My mom worked nights. Sometimes my grandmother had crystal shows on nights that my mom had to work. They didn’t trust a babysitter to be in our home and I don’t think I would’ve liked the idea of that anyway.

I would be in bed at 8 pm every night. My mom usually left for work around 9:45- 10 pm. She would get dressed for work, then go to my room and dress me (I’m still asleep by the way), bundle me up and put me in the car seat to be with my grandmother. I’m tearing up writing about this because that really had to be rough on all of us.

Between getting dressed and getting in the car I would definitely wake up, especially once I was older and was too heavy for my mom to carry me. I remember my mom telling me to go back to sleep. In the dark of night, I would arrive to some random apartment building or house, my mom would run to the door with me, but seeing my grandmother on the other side of the door was always comforting. I knew I was in good hands.

My grandmother always laughs about how when we got to the apartment or house where she was doing her show, I would not take my eyes off of her. The shows would end around 11-11:30 pm and by the time we got in a cab home it was midnight. Ofcourse, I was tuckered out by then and usually fell asleep in the car. So imagine a 70-something year old woman with a toddler and two suitcases going into a house in Flatbush, Brooklyn in the 2000s BY HERSELF. WOW.

Those were some rough times back then, but we made it work.

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