Sunday, May 17, 2015
The Great Depression and World War II
Jeanne has once again graced us with her memories. Thank you for sharing!
The Great Depression and World War II
For the past week I’ve been watching “The Roosevelts” on TV, Ken Burns’ latest serial about American life. I was born in December of 1934, and FDR was the president throughout my childhood. The events portrayed were happening as I grew up.
Until I was seven we lived in Northeast Portland. The Great Depression was apparent everywhere around us. Fortunately, my dad always had a good job; we lived in a nice house and had plenty to eat. That wasn’t true for some of our extended family. I remember my mom making food boxes for my dad to deliver to aunts and cousins who had no work. There were abandoned houses in our neighborhood because families had to move out due to the lack of employment. Almost every day single men would knock on our door and ask my mother if they could work for food. Sometimes she had no work for them but fed them anyway. They would sit on our front steps, balancing a plate on their knees and silently eat whatever she served them. I was four or five years old and very curious about these people, but I don’t remember them acknowledging me in any way. It seemed to me they were slightly embarrassed by their circumstances.
One time when I was riding in the car with my dad we stopped at a light and there on the corner was an older woman, sitting on a couch with all her belongings piled around her. I had never seen such a thing. When I inquired about it my dad said she had been evicted by the sheriff because she didn’t pay her rent. I asked my dad where she would go. He didn’t seem too concerned or interested, but I was very upset by it. When I was older, I realized he must have seen similar circumstances all the time as he drove around Portland.
In April of ’42 my parents bought a house in the country. We sat on a hill overlooking Tigard, Bull Mountain and the Coast Range mountains. At that time we were really out in the country; all the growth in that area occurred after the war. I think my parents moved there because people believed there was a real threat of the Japanese invading the west coast or at least bombing the cities. No one knew what might happen, and people and the government became very irrational as witnessed by the interment of the innocent Japanese-American citizens.
In school we learned what to do in a bombing raid (get under the desk; stay away from windows) and were paired with another student who lived very close to school so we could go to their house with them if there was time. I decided right away that I would run the mile to my house rather than be with strangers.
Every residential area was assigned a Fire Marshall for their district. This was a neighbor who came around periodically to make sure you had a bucket of sand, a shovel and a fire extinguisher in case of an incendiary bomb attack. No outside lights were allowed at night and windows were covered with blackout shades so no light was visible from the outside. Car travel at night was restricted, and cars that must be out had special headlight shades installed.
All kinds of good were rationed and some weren’t available at all. Meat, sugar, butter, and coffee all required ration stamps to purchase as did shoes, tires and gasoline. Many people had Victory Gardens.
We observed more signs of war as time went on: convoys of hundreds of Army trucks and jeeps going form Camp Adair near Corvallis to Fort Lewis, squadrons of bombers coming and going from who knows where. Everything was “Top Secret”. “Loose Lips Sink Ships” was the motto of the day.
One day my four-year-old brother was playing outside by himself. He came tearing into the house, his eyes huge. He pulled on my mother’s clothes, “Mama, mama, look! There’s ……..somethin’!? The “somethin’” was a huge blimp form the Tillamook Naval Air Station handing right over the house so low my mother said you could clearly see the people inside.
It was an interesting and scary time. Then we entered another scary time when school kids once again had to practice for attacks. It was called “The Cold War.”
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