Fifty cents an hour. That was the going rate for baby-sitting in our Philadelphia neighborhood back in the 1960s, where every house held at least six children. Fifty cents per hour to watch, feed, bathe, change, referee and play with tykes and infants.
It was a rite of passage for 11- and 12-year-old girls to wait for that first call, which signified they were worthy of a parent’s trust. None of us had