Family Resourcefulness During the Depression Era

Iowan recalls the resourcefulness shown by his father and mother in surviving the depression era.


| Good Old Days



Depression Era Kitchen

Sometimes you don't need a lot to have enough.

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I was about nine years old when the economic collapse of the depression era caused my Dad to lose his job as a moulder in the local grey iron foundry in our hometown of Auburn, Indiana.

Dad was too staunch a Republican to apply for a job with the New Deal's Public Works Administration. He felt it was too much like welfare and it was a Democratic ploy to buy votes! So he relied on his own resourcefulness in attempting to find work. His background as a farmer had given him many skills. I recall he picked up a couple of carpentry jobs. At one time he worked on a new dance hall being built north of town. Another job consisted of helping build a hip-roofed barn south of town. For a time he and a friend cut wood on the shares of some wooded acres owned by a farmer-relative.

Mom took in washing for several families who could afford such services. She also did housework for some of those families. In addition to the constant search for work we maintained not only a sizable garden on our property, but also planted vegetables in a large vacant lot just west of our home.

My mother's youngest brother was a traveling salesman. Somehow he managed to continue selling through those tough years, although he was forced to change products several times from his original position with Firestone. In his travels he came into possession of an electrical doughnut molding machine. Fashioned like a waffle maker, it contained six triangular molds into which cake doughnut dough could be poured. He gave the equipment to my parents, who were very willing to have a go at entrepreneurship.

Dad didn't take a fancy to selling. So he became the baker and Mom and I the sales force. I.had a bit of experience selling magazines earlier such as the Delineator, Ladies' Home Journal and Saturday Evening Post. Being in junior high I would go selling every evening after school and on Saturdays.

With the money I earned I was able to make installment payments to buy our family's first radio, a little Philco table model with a sort of cathedral shape to it. What a thrill! I no longer had to visit other friends' homes to listen to "Jack Armstrong the All American Boy," or "Little Orphan Annie" and all those other wonderful serial dramas.

roadegrl
10/9/2013 10:11:01 AM

I am from the Aurbun/Fort Wayne area. Thanks for the memories!


RANDYJ
9/24/2013 10:40:03 AM

Thanks for the life memory. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.






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