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My Memoirs - Citizen of the World

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mentioned that I should seek a position that was more appropriate,<br />

given my qualifications. I insisted that I needed a job right away<br />

because I had a wife and two children, but no luck was to be had.<br />

I kept looking in newspaper ads and I saw one asking for an<br />

Insurance Underwriter in Hartford, Connecticut. It was for a<br />

position at <strong>the</strong> Hartford Insurance Co. As I did not have any<br />

insurance experience, <strong>the</strong>y gave me a position as Assistant<br />

Underwriter Trainee. It was 25 miles from Middletown, and I<br />

worked in a nice <strong>of</strong>fice with very good people. But my salary was<br />

only $100.00 dollars per week. I purchased a secondhand car; a<br />

Rambler that looked like a bath tub, for $300.00 dollars and it was<br />

a real lemon. The windshield wipers rarely worked, but I had no<br />

choice about using <strong>the</strong> car since I had to drive to work every day.<br />

At that time I smoked, and I remembered how my fa<strong>the</strong>r (who was<br />

very knowledgeable with automobiles) once told me, "If it rains<br />

when you are driving and <strong>the</strong> windshield wipers don't work, you<br />

must improvise. Just use <strong>the</strong> tobacco from a cigarette and splash it<br />

all over <strong>the</strong> windshield. You'll see what happens!" I tried his<br />

suggestion and it actually worked! The tobacco repelled <strong>the</strong> rain<br />

on <strong>the</strong> windshield and enabled me to continue driving <strong>the</strong> car on<br />

rainy days.<br />

Deodete, who only spoke a little bit <strong>of</strong> English that she had learned<br />

in high school, did not speak or understand enough to get a decent<br />

position as a teacher. Although she was a Certified Teacher in<br />

Portugal, she would have to go to college again to earn an<br />

American teaching degree. I encouraged her to do so, and we both<br />

went to a local college to get information about what equivalency<br />

her degree in Portugal would garner in credits in <strong>the</strong> United States<br />

if she decided to pursue that option. After she presented her<br />

credentials, diplomas and courses that she had taken in Portugal,<br />

<strong>the</strong>y told her that <strong>the</strong>y would give her 59 credits and that she only<br />

needed an additional 61 to earn her Teaching Certificate. Since we<br />

were starting our life anew in a new country with an eight month<br />

old son and a 4 year old daughter, she decided not to go to school<br />

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