It's a book. Chicken Every Sunday: My Life With Mother's Boarders. It was written so long ago that it's practically science-fictional today. Rosemary Taylor's family were certainly go-getters, and in the American Southwest starting around the turn of the century -- that's 19th-to-20th, mind -- her father's succession of business ventures and the up-and-down finances that they led to resulted in her mother taking in boarders, which led to building a bigger house and-- Well, and so on.
It's a charming book, one of the thousands that were printed up as Armed Services Editions pocket-sized paperbacks and provided to our troops during WW II; it was even made into a stage play and a film (though the cinematic edition sounded as if it might be rather sappier than the book).
It's heartwarming and good fun, but it's also a reminder of a time of upward mobility and great possibility for those who were open to see it and do the work. It was a time -- and an attitude -- so distant now that it seems like something from one of my "Hidden Frontier" worlds. In a time of grim, dark fiction -- and doom-and-gloom on the evening news -- I recommend it to your attention.
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