Chapter 46Our son, Reuben, was born healthy and strong-lunged in March, 1949. The winter had broken early that year and I had been promoted to shop foreman at Murchison's on Bay. My pay rose to $1.20 an hour. Between what I and Esther earned with her hair appointments, we had managed to save $2000 and planned to use that as a down payment for a house. I liked the apartment and the area where we lived but now that the baby had arrived, it seemed too small for us suddenly.
“What happened to all the space?” I asked as I surveyed the living room full of baby clothes and blankets and squeeze toys. A playpen had been put into the corner so Esther could watch Reuben while she worked. He never lacked for attention. Every woman who came in couldn't resist picking him up and cuddling him and rockin
