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Author Jeane Westin & The Book Dearest to Her Heart — 7 Comments

  1. Am I toooo late to be in the drawing for Making Do?? I hope not. My mother and father were wed in the early 1930s and my mother died in the next decade, a month before my sixth birthday. I have no memory of her. I long for her and look forward to the banquet of the Lord! I would like to read about this era. Thank you. Kathleen

  2. My parent’s time. My mom was a student nurse and saved her nickle bus fare by walking 2 miles home after her shift ended at midnight, except when the police warned it was a bad cutting night.

  3. That’s funny in a weird way, Lisa. But summer in Conneticut sounds like a good idea before air conditioning.

  4. My mom always tells me stories about my grandmother’s friend. They lived in Brooklyn and he was in real estate. When a client couldn’t pay him, he gave him some acres of land in Voluntown, Connecticut. At first, they didn’t know what to do with it being city people. Then they started going up there for the summer. My grandmother, her friend, her friend’s sisters would all bring their families and they would share everything they had living communally. Whenever anyone wanted directions to their summer place, Bessie would say, “When you get anywhere within 10 miles of the place, ask for the Jews from New York. Everyone knows us.” My mother still remembers many enjoyable summers there.

  5. Thanks Kelly and Jane for your comments. I’m reminded the oleo back then was just lard with yellow coloring. I’ve had relatives talk about bean sandwiches, but oleo beats bean. When I look around and see what I think I need to survive, I’m more admiring of those earlier generations than ever.

  6. I used to hear stories about the Great Depression but don’t remember any of them. My parents are both in Heaven now.
    Please enter me.

  7. I remember my mom telling me that her dad had it rough during the depression. He was one of five children and their mother had died when the youngest child was an infant. His father actually had a “good” job during the depression but chose to drink most of his money away. My grandfather always said if it weren’t for the woman who lived next door, who for all intents and purposes raised him and his siblings, he doesn’t know how they would have gotten by. Allegedly she was occasionally able to get ahold of my great-grandfather’s money before he drank it away. My grandfather most of the time was reduced to eating oleo sandwiches. So when he married my grandmother he told her she could buy anything she wanted, as much as she wanted but he NEVER wanted there to be oleo in their house.

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