Originally Posted by Htown Harry
My father told very few stories from his childhood in the 30's and 40's small-town Texas. Over time, I came to realize there weren't many stories worth telling. Growing up in a single-parent household during hard times fostered self-sufficiency and a drive to succeed, not nostalgia.
I too come from parents that grew up in the depression(born in 1917), in a horrible place that was home to mine fires. As a little kid when we went back there I really thought they were taking us to hell.
My Grandmother was widowed in 1929, leaving her with 3 children to support. She became a business woman, when there were very few. Not that they were well off, but compared to many, they mostly went to bed having food to eat.
I've recently learned more about her( we lost both my wonderful Grandmothers when I was 6 or 7) what a wonderful, strong, caring, loving woman she was. So for me there are memories of my depression era family that are fond to remember.