MY LIFE AND TIMES LIVING THRU THE GREAT DEPRESION OF THE 1930s
PART TWO
I have written a few other articles about life in the Great Depression of the 1930s. Because of the increased interest at this time, I decided to write more about it.
Things have changed rather dramatically in this country in the past year. Currently, unemployment is rising at an alarming rate, stock market falling, homes being lost, food stamp lines getting longer, empty malls appearing on the horizon. Instability over money, banks folding and a host of events are causing some to think this recession is a forerunner of another Great Depression. Personally I do not know, and doubt if any-one does.
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My Life and Times Living Through the Great Depression of the 1930′s – Part Two (Issue 185)
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From time to time I have written bits and pieces about segments of my life. Today, I started to write more stories about The Great Depression of the 1930s but decided I should write about a time before the crash of 1929, from stories my mother told.
My mother was without a doubt the most interesting woman I have ever known. She was extremely intelligent, without very much formal schooling. And despite the hardships she endured growing up she always seem to have this regal presence about her.
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Before the Great Depression – Life of My Parents and Mine During Great Depression. Part One (Issue 183)
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I grew up in the Depression years of the thirties on a farm in Northeast Georgia. It was definitely very different times from what we experience today. In retrospect, I realize we had plenty of everything we needed except money, which was scarce.
The boundaries of the farm we lived on were adjoining to other relatives in a large family who owned farm acreage. My paternal grandfather was a landowner. His land was dotted by small houses of workers who tilled the soil, mostly for food and shelter. Some were black and some were white. Nevertheless, during that time, it seemed as though everyone lived in harmony working side by side to survive. I recall my childhood as a very happy time.
On my maternal side of the family was another grandfather who had an adjoining farm and he too had many day laborers living on his farm doing the work, also providing food and shelter for them. What ever their needs were for survival he provided in return for their labor on the farm. Again, this was in the thirties.
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Funny Money, Sharecropping, Gold and Silver, and Violation of Property Rights (Issue 136)
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Another Thanksgiving holiday came and went. For me, it was a time of reflection and nostalgia remembering the many Thanksgiving dinners I have enjoyed. But no longer over the hills and through the dell to grandmother’s house we go. Instead, we gathered at my son’s house.
Everything was so beautifully decorated at his country home—a roaring fire in the huge rock fireplace, my 10-year-old granddaughter playing softly on the piano, and the house filled with the smell of all the wonderful food. My lovely, talented and creative daughter-in-law had the formal dining room set with a centerpiece of fresh flowers, laden with delicious food.
Ours was a small gathering of immediate family with 4 guests—3 foster children ages 1, 3 and 8, plus a friend from South Africa who recently became a U.S. citizen. After everyone was seated, my 8 and 10-year-old granddaughters twice said the blessing in unison, first in Latin, then in English. They are home schooled. Despite the fact their main focus of learning is on the English language, they do have some limited instruction in other languages.
I was so grateful for the joy of gathering with my children who were all raised being taught the Philosophy of Freedom and encouraged to express their thoughts. In this connection, we can usually get into some subject of spirited discussion after dinner. And now-a-days with so much going on in this country, there’s no shortage of things to talk about. And I for one felt thankful for the limited semblance of Freedoms we have left.
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Thanksgiving Horn a Plenty—Waste Not, Want Not (Issue 134)
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