Like many American women during World War II, my Mother went to work to help the country and the war effort. My Mother worked in Inglewood for North American Aviation making aircraft frames. Since my Father was either in the hospital with his "back injury" or off at war, we lived with both my maternal grandparents and paternal grandparents. I was cared for by grandmothers when they were available but my Mother eventually had to place me in daycare. She was referred to a neighborhood lady who watched children and I was taken there each morning. Apparently, I cried dramatically each morning when taken to Mrs. Lawry's home and eventually she suggested since it was so difficult to leave me each morning, that I stay twenty-four hours a day and only go home on weekends. And so it was. Eventually I stopped crying and found some friends at Mrs. Lawry's house. Thankfully, my Mother, being the responsible individual she was, did not allow the situation to go on for too long, and once again I was cared for by my Grandmother.