More of the story….

That Terrible Depression was worldwide methinks, above is from London about 1931 All pictures this entry from the internet.

For today:

Mom and dad made it to Hollywood, FL and lived on the beach in tents. My uncle Doyle and Aunt Julia were with them.  They bathed in the salt water and drank the Florida well water, for years Florida water was like sulfer water but folks got used to it, it was drinkable.

Dad and Doyle helped built federal and state parks and paved roads.

Towards the end of the depression, they actually retracted their steps back north and ended up working for the WPA in the NC mountains, doing the same kind of work but this time included a sawmill in the mountains, even in the winter, in tents.

Many lived in tents...

Mom said a train ran close to the state park but straight up the mt from where they lived. Daddy and Doyle had jumped on very slow mountain trains to get to and from work.  I couldn’t see my daddy doing that.  LOL

Uncle Doyle said one evening it was so foggy on the trip back home on the train, they could not see where to jump off the train. When they jumped it was just a few feet from a tressel; if they had waited seconds longer they would have plunged 250 feet into a gorge.

The Mt was vertical where they left the train every day anyway but into trees, Doyle said many times they jumped on a tree and rode it down to the next one and went down the mountain that way.  It was hard to see my daddy doing that, but then he was in his late 20s.  LOL

Breadlines were common

Many lived in shacks

I do not expect that type of depression to occur again. BUT it did happen once.  If you see pictures taken of those depression times you will know it not only effected the USA but the whole world. My family considered themselves blessed.

                                                SOME  WERE DESPARATE!!!!!!

I came along in 1939, years after the depression was over, and just before the worst of all happenings, WWII. My first memories are of my mama praying for the safety of my brother who was in the thick of the war in the South Pacific. By the time I was 6 I knew about rationing. There was very little sugar and coffee to be had. Daddy had to hand the service man some ration stamps when he bought gas, he was allowed ony a few gallons.

Tough times again….

 

Nite Shipslog

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