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									My parents: I'll begin with my father. I've written of him earlier in these memoirs, but here I want to digress into some of his qualities and attributes that few people have written about, and for that matter have been barely known. Many of his other attributes, however, were well known. If not exactly gregarious, he was nevertheless affable and conversant and had a large circle of friends. He was instantaneously likeable, which probably had a great deal to do with his success as a businessman. He was totally honest and trustworthy and never took unfair advantage of any one. He virtually never spoke ill of anyone (except for a few politicians). On the other hand, he was deeply reserved in other respects. There was a mystique about him that some of his close friends may have sensed, but which for the most part was unobserved. Late in life it was clear that he believed in some aspects of spiritualism. I recognized this, and perhaps my mother and sisters did, but these interests were rarely spoken about as far as I know. They may be related to his lack of regard for formal religious matters, and perhaps they were a substitute. We'll never know. Of course what is most relevant in these memoirs is his role in my life. He and I were very close when I was young, and for that matter we remained close as long as he lived. He influenced me immensely from my earliest years until his death in 1952. Much of my outlook stems from the views that he imparted to me. On the other hand, he wasn't a "buddy' as some fathers strive to be. As far as I can recall, he never played games with us, such as backyard baseball and games of tag and hide and seek. But he was there, watching over us and guiding us. I have missed him acutely since his death, which as of this writing in February 2009 was nearly 57 years ago. Much of my outlook can be traced to my parents' attitudes. Both were affected by successive tragedies when they were young. My father's father (my grandfather Malendez Harbaugh) died in 1909 following a stroke that incapacitated him earlier in the year. Before that he had been the breadwinner in the family, although in his later years he probably earned relatively little. He and two of his brothers came to Kansas City, Missouri in the 1880s and established a restaurant, the "Harbaugh Brothers Restaurant" appropriately enough. They built a grand three-story building to accommodate it. Unfortunately, in the financial panic of 1893, the business failed and they lost everything. My grandfather then established a produce horse-drawn delivery service in the neighborhood, but it was marginally profitable at best. By this time, the family had come to know the meaning of poverty.

My father, born in 1892, became one of the family's two breadwinners when his father died. He was only 17 at the time, and while still in high school, he took a part-time job. His older sister Hazel, born in 1889, had graduated from high school in 1907, and had learned the milliner's trade and was the other breadwinner. The two younger sisters, Lucile born in 1895, and Harriet in 1900, were too young to work. While the family kept its house in northeast Kansas City, they were quite impoverished otherwise. Tragedy struck again. Shortly after her father's death, Hazel was diagnosed as having tuberculosis, a rampant killer in that era. She could no longer work and withered away, dieing in 1912 at the age of 23. My father, then 20, became the principal breadwinner, although his mother, my grandmother Alice, managed to obtain some work. After graduation from high school in 1910, my father became an apprentice draftsman for the Kansas City Terminal Railway. The job surely couldn't have paid much, but his earnings were a major part of the support for the family. Later he became an apprentice surveyor and then a journeyman surveyor, and worked for the city of Kansas City laying out streets in new subdivisions, a job that paid better, but still wasn't that grand. These years provided hard lessons for my father, and of course his two younger sisters as well. No wonder he was a life-long conservative with respect to financial matters. Money was a challenge to earn and had to be spent wisely. But through it all he remained very generous. His sisters Lucile and Harriet never forgot his generosity and adored him all through his life. His prudence and generosity were complementary. Later of course, he was to earn an excellent salary, and by the time I was born, the family was reasonably well off, although not exactly affluent in the early years. My conservative outlook stems in part from his outlook. While we eventually lived well materially, thrift was firmly ingrained in my psyche. Yes it was important to be generous, but on the other hand, one's assets had to be carefully shepherded. Josephine had an almost identical outlook on such matters. We could live well and provide good things for our children, but we could also be fiscally prudent. And it has always been an easy course to follow. You should save for the things that you want, and stay out of debt except for a major purchase such as a house. My mother was raised under very different circumstances than my father, but her family, too, was beset by tragedy. Her brother (and only brother) Gerald was born in 1894, three years before she was born. Early on, it became apparent that something was seriously wrong with Gerald. We now think it may have been Down's syndrome. While he eventually learned to speak a few words, he could not attend school and had to be cared for at home. His mother, my grandmother Lydia, devoted much of her life to his care. Gerald died in 1909 at age 15. He was a dear child and sorely missed, and my mother was deeply affected, as was the rest of the family. My mother's two sisters, Effie born in 1879, and Florence in 1881, continued to live at home. Of course they were much older than my mother, who was born in 1897. It is said that Effie became a surrogate mother for my mother when her mother was so distracted by


								
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