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Professor Vicky: A penny saved is a million dollars earned (1935)

  • Professor Vicky
  • Jun 12, 2015
  • 1 min read

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The great depression was unchoosing. Rich or poor, it touched everyone. This included Sophie De Millon, a middle class homemaker whose late husband passed away suddenly at the age of 45 from a stress related heartattack. After more than two decades of working at the local manufacturing plant, his job had been cut a few weeks back. A combination of not working and worry about money had caused it.

Money was scarce, and she only had money for a few more months. The dismissal payment would pay for that, but she would need to do something, and fast, otherwise she might loose everything. Luckily for her, however, she was a go-getter.

So she did what any reasonable person would do. She opened a bakery. She had always been good at baking, and she had made many a desserts and treats for her family. But now, with money thinning, she would have to go big time.

So she baked cinnamon buns, bread, cookies and cakes. Pies and pastries and puff pastery balls. They were so good, and a hit too.

Soon, local grocery stores were asking for her products to sell, and as they were not that exspensive, but delicious as hell, they sold like hotcakes, and she was the Host of the year. So she named her company Host and moved into a factory.

 
 
 

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