My Mother was in medical school when I was born and my Father was away most of the time, so she had a live-in house keeper/cook who was with us until I was 5 or 6 years old.
Betty was 18 and just out of high school when she came to work for us and I remember my Mother saying that she taught herself how to cook with a Betty Crocker cookbook. Betty was very nice, just 7 years younger than my Mother, who treated her like a younger sister. When she left, my Mother bought her a baby blue Ford Falcon and gave her a nest egg to help her get started in the next chapter of her life. My Mother's version of a 401K was to put $10 per week into a passbook savings account that Betty got when she left.
