When I was eleven we moved to a new house with my new stepfather. There were two dear little (tipsy) elderly ladies who lived across the back fence, and they hired me for "odd jobs".
Gay was very sweet and dear,...and her younger sister Helen was a pure and simple curmudgeon. They were complete opposites...but both liked their "cocktail".
I cleaned their cat boxes, washed dishes, dead-headed geraniums and petunias all summer long, watered plants, brought in and unpacked various kinds of deliveries (often large bottles of booze), ran the vac, swept,...etc...whatever they thought needed doing on any given day. Usually my "chores" lasted 15-30 minutes, and they paid me a dollar a day, very faithfully.
I worked for them for three years, and got pretty close to them. Then we moved, and I lost track of them.
Helen died when I was in High School, and Gay passed just after I graduated from college. I cried when I learned about Gay. I would love to have know them in their younger days---sometimes I wish I could go back and see what people were like "back then".