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It was Sunday, so Dad and I were at the second-hand goods
market, looking for tools, appliances(家用电器), and other things that needed
cleaning. Some were broken; others, like silver cups, just needed to be cleaned
and polished. It was 1974, and the Depression(经济大萧条) was very serious. Dad worked
full-time at a factory, but the money wasn't enough. Dad had tried a second job
for a while, but he found it was too hard on the family. One day, he had an
excellent idea that set me on a lifelong course of making money to support
myself. Standing beside a crowded table at the second-hand goods market, I
looked over an ancient manual sewing machine. Someone had changed it to run on
electric power. It was much older than Mom's machine, but it looked like it had
quality and a long life built into it. "Dad!" I called. "This is
a beauty!"
Dad walked over, pulling a cart full of audio equipment,
tools, worn-out appliances, and what appeared to be a block of dull kitchen
knife." What have you got, Son?" I described what I saw and what I
figured I could do to x the beauty up. Dad paid for my discovery, and we headed
home.
Every day after school I worked on the ancient machine, and
every night Dad and I sharpened tools and knives, sanded off rust, polished
metal, and replaced missing parts from various items. The next Saturday we
headed off, as we did every weekend, to that same market, where we sold the
treasures we'd purchased the week before—at a tidy profit. My antique beauty
brought in more money than anything else, and Dad let me keep every penny.
Dad's gone now, but I can never thank him enough. Even if we
hadn't needed the extra money Dad and I brought in, I wouldn't have traded
those weekends for all the picnics or Little League games in St. Louis—not in a
million years.