She very patient because sometimes the class had to be divided not just in half, but in thirds and fourths because they had advanced learners, moderate learners and slower learners and you have to put them in little groups. That allowed my mom to flow around the room to help the ones that had strengths and weaknesses.

That was the foundation. It's like a catalyst, an atom, that you have to start from the center and all things will work from that.

She kept a count of everything. Even the day she passed, she had a steno pad documenting the activities of the day and what she was doing.

Sexism, like racism, goes with us into the next century. I see class warfare as overshadowing both.

I suppose I don't have to work, but I do love working. I class myself as a working-class girl, and I've never stopped working. When I'm offered shows here, there and the other, I do an awful lot because I feel other people would love to be offered what I'm offered; who am I to say no? I'm definitely working class, and I always will be.

Elm Street was the dividing line between the two worlds. On either side of this line there were families who had trouble making both ends meet, but those who lived below the intersection didn't bother to conceal it.