We’d always be jello: we’d work to be less poor, but being rich never crossed our minds.īut Dave Ramsey had set a new tone when we were young - one that would change the path we’d take as adults. But no one ever suggested we might own our own business (as I do) or hold elected office (as one sister does) or earn a master’s degree (as two sisters did) or anything else remarkable.
“When you’re not born rich,” my stepdad would remind us, “you have to work for a living.” My parents were careful about debt and worked their way into supervisory positions to be slightly more comfortable than their farm-raised parents had been: they made us keep our grades up and go to college so we could be a little better off than they were. And, just as Julia emphasizes that “crème brûlée can never be jello,” we knew we could never be crème brûlée To borrow from Julia Roberts in my favorite rom-com, we were jello. None of the adults had gone to college except the teachers, the (one) doctor and the (one) lawyer. I grew up in a working-class Midwestern family, in a town so working-class I didn’t realize the “rich” families were barely lower middle class.
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