After I got married, I kept going to school part-time at the local community college because getting my degree was important to me. I decided to get a job then too. I worked in the medical records department at Staten Island Hospital from Au.gust until October 1970. I hated my job. I was a file clerk. The file shelves were thirteen feet tall. The ladder I had to climb up wobbled as I struggled with stacks of files tucked under my arm. Between my tendency to transpose numbers and my fear of heights, it wasn’t a good match.
The job filled time until something better came along. After leaving Wagner College and getting married, my life be.came much quieter. I still went to the city a lot and immersed myself in the museums and Broadway shows. I’d meet Len for lunch, catch a matinée and then head home.
Gone were the days of campus life, political protests and all-night coffeehouses. At nineteen I was a wife and a daughter-in-law. Most weekends we would go to Sam and Lil’s apartment in Queens for dinner or Sabbath. I was settling into my new family.
The job filled time until something better came along. After leaving Wagner College and getting married, my life be.came much quieter. I still went to the city a lot and immersed myself in the museums and Broadway shows. I’d meet Len for lunch, catch a matinée and then head home.
Gone were the days of campus life, political protests and all-night coffeehouses. At nineteen I was a wife and a daughter-in-law. Most weekends we would go to Sam and Lil’s apartment in Queens for dinner or Sabbath. I was settling into my new family.