![]() ![]() They also occasionally get a peek into a different kind of life. In the first episode, Homer becomes a mall Santa to bring in some extra cash after Homer learns that he won’t receive a Christmas bonus and the family spends all its Christmas savings to get Bart’s new tattoo removed. Over the years, Homer and his wife, Marge, also face their share of struggles. But we all believed that the ends could meet, with just an average amount of hustle. Others lived closer to the edge, with fathers taking second jobs as mall Santas or plow-truck drivers to bridge financial gaps. Some families had more secure budgets, with room for annual family vacations to Disney World. ![]() Most of my friends and classmates lived the way we did-that is, the way the Simpsons did. My parents had no Christmas bonus or savings, so the best gifts usually came from people outside our immediate family. I remember Christmases that, in hindsight, looked a lot like the one portrayed in the first episode of The Simpsons, which aired in December 1989: handmade decorations, burned-out light bulbs, and only a handful of gifts. Neither of my parents had much wiggle room in the budget. Within 10 years, they had both paid off their mortgage. Their houses were their only source of debt my parents have never carried a credit-card balance. I’d estimate that the combined square footage of both roughly equaled that of the Simpsons’ home. Read: How the coronavirus could create a new working class And significantly, they were both homeowners-an enormous feat for two newly single people. Until my parents’ divorce, we were a family of three living primarily on my mother’s salary as a physician’s receptionist, a working-class job like Homer’s.īy 1990-the year my father turned 36 and my mother 34-they were divorced. ![]() My father had a two-year degree from the local community college, which he paid for while working nights my mother had no education beyond high school. My parents’ paychecks in the mid-’90s were similar. He grosses $479.60 per week, making his annual income about $25,000. The 1996 episode “ Much Apu About Nothing” shows Homer’s paycheck. On the contrary, the Simpsons used to be quite ordinary-they were a lot like my Michigan working-class family in the 1990s. This lifestyle was not fantastical in the slightest-nothing, for example, like the ridiculously large Manhattan apartments in Friends. Bart might have had to find $1,000 for the family to go to England, but he didn’t have to worry that his parents would lose their home. A home, a car, food, regular doctor’s appointments, and enough left over for plenty of beer at the local bar were all attainable on a single working-class salary. Homer, a high-school graduate whose union job at the nuclear-power plant required little technical skill, supported a family of five. The most famous dysfunctional family of 1990s television enjoyed, by today’s standards, an almost dreamily secure existence that now seems out of reach for all too many Americans. This article was featured in One Story to Read Today, a newsletter in which our editors recommend a single must-read from The Atlantic, Monday through Friday. I don’t pray a specific prayer because there’s nothing in the world God hasn’t given to me already, but I just ask Him to give me strength every day, to keep on pushing.Updated at 11:10 a.m. After football practice, after basketball practice, we were in the church the very next hour.Įven today, religion means so much to me. Every Wednesday, every Sunday, we were going to church no matter what. With all that came after, as I starting making an impact in high school football and track, that was so important. She loves kids, loves family, and was always very disciplined, her and my uncle, something they drilled into us very early in life. She also brought up the two or three generations after me, and she’s still raising them now – 25 children in total.Īn amazing woman, with the best personality you could ever have. Meme – as she is better known – brought up her kids, her brother’s kids and us, with 13 children all living under the same roof. My Dad ended up in jail, my Mom took wrong turns in life, which meant Aunt Virginia was the only one who could take care of me and my four siblings. I was two when I first moved in with her, a toddler who didn’t know what was happening around him. I definitely wouldn’t be a world-class athlete, and who knows where I might have ended up in life.Īunt Virginia – the woman who raised me. Without her, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. ![]()
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