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More Memories of the Great
Depression
The Depression
did not go away for years – in spite of the “feel good” song
– “Happy Days are here, again.”
I am pretty sure
my family was typical. If
someone you knew needed help, you gave it.
My mother had friends she made in Normal School.
(That is where they taught people learning to be teachers.)
One friend had married. They
moved to Sacramento, California, but moved back to Maryland when
unemployed. And stayed
with us. And stayed.
And stayed. They
were our “honorary” aunt and uncle.
Aunt Margaret
helped with cooking. I
remember she made a delicious cake, except Mother noticed all the
butter it took! They had
a son about six years old; called
him “Tommy Lad.” I
think that was a popular song then.
Tommy was sick,
so a doctor was called, and as usual then the doctor came to see the
patient. I’m not sure,
but I suspect my folks paid the bill.
Eventually, they
moved to Washington D. C. I
have no idea about their finances, but I suspect both Aunt Margaret
and Uncle Tom found work.
After they left,
Mother’s sister Mamie and her husband Uncle Bitty arrived.
Actually he was named Charles.
That was a popular name.
Mother’s oldest brother was a Charles.
My Dad was a Charles and so was Uncle Bitty.
Dad was called Uncle Wall.
Uncle Bitty and
Aunt Mamie had lived in New Jersey.
He had worked on building one of the New York City famous
buildings. I can’t
remember if it was Radio City or another one.
But when that job ended, he was out of work.
So guess where they came?
But while they stayed with us, Uncle Bitty re-did our
bathroom floor. It had
been wood, but he did a great job putting down tiles.
Their daughter
Mary had married. She
and her husband moved to California where he worked for movie
studios – not as an actor. Years
later, my husband and I visited them in California.
They were celebrating their 50th anniversary.
That was in 1979 – which puts my memories back to 1929.
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