Betty Rubin
by Izzy Druckman
Second Place - Roslyn and Max Margles Contest Grades 5/6
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Betty Rubin. Her story? You are going to have to read to find out.
Betty was born on February 15, 1939, in Moncton New Brunswick. She had a sister, Rozy and a brother, Sheldon. She was the oldest out of her 2 siblings. Her mother was from Russia and her father from Lithuania.
Betty always loved fashion. She used to go to her father's clothing store. She loved seeing him doing what he loved and hoped that the job that she would eventually do, she would like just as much. When she came of age, she started working for her father at the store. She would help the sales ladies wash the windows and clean the dress bags. She wasn't getting paid well, but as long as she liked what she was doing, something that she loved, then it didn't matter.
In 1976, Betty opened her own high-end clothing store in Moncton. And eight years later (so in 1984), Betty expanded her business by also opening a shoe store. Betty named both of her stores “Betty Rubin". During the 1980's, Betty Rubin's became the most popular high-end clothing retail store in all of eastern Canada (New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Prince-Edward Island and Newfoundland & Labrador). Betty spent 30 years doing what she loved, buying clothes and accessories, and selling them, putting on fashion shows and making commercials to advertise her stores.
Sadly, in 2009, the Betty Rubin clothing store shut down. Luckily, Betty loved her job so much that she was incapable of saying goodbye to her passion. The only thing that she could think of doing was moving her store inside her house! So, she changed her store into a by appointment boutique. After that big decision, she wanted to change things up a bit. She made her store exclusively a bridal and prom dress shop which even today, at the age of 85, she still operates.
Betty's whole life, she wanted to have a granddaughter. Her daughter Nicole had two sons. Joshua, the oldest brother, and Samuel, the younger one. Betty also had a son, Michael who lived in Montreal. He didn't have any kids, until a sunny Wednesday in the month of August 2013. Betty's dream finally came true when she got her very first granddaughter. Her name was Izzy.
Starting from the age of three weeks old, Izzy and her parents would go to visit Betty and her cousins in Moncton. The whole family always had fun when they came to visit. At the age of eight years old, Betty told Izzy that she wanted her to take over her store when she was older. Izzy refused because she does not have the same interests as her grandmother. Obviously, Betty was a little disappointed about the response, but Izzy was only eight years old, she could change her mind, Betty thought. Izzy will probably never take over the store, but it is her dream to find a job that she loves as much as her grandmother loves her job.
ABOUT THE CREATOR
Second Place, Grades 5/6 - Izzy Druckman
The jurors felt that “Betty Rubin” was an interesting biography of a creative, determined woman who lived in an era when women had fewer possibilities than today. It was well written, with good story development. One of the jurors wrote that right from the beginning, the story had them laughing and wanting to know more about Betty.
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