My late dad lived through the depression, then went into the military after Pearl Harbor and served in WWII,Korea, and Vietnam before retiring after 30 years. They were a different breed. God Bless them all...
My Dads father died in 1936. And Moms Dad when i was 18 months old i remember him a little. DADS Mom was a good ole Great Depression woman my God she was tough and honest. Moms Mom was a mean old prejudiced bi t h against Dad, my oldest brother and myself because we had rred hair and left handed ie child of the Devil.
I am sooo sorry! To be loved however you are and look is a wonderful thing. I am soo sorry this happened in your life. Everyone is speciel in God's eyes and you are special!!
Harold said it made an impression on his life for the teachers to always be talking about Jesus.. I wish they were still talking about Jesus and making those impressions. Maybe the world would remember how to love again.
I LOVE what you're doing here, interviewing these hidden gems of our society. I've worked off and on with the elderly all my life and have heard so many stories. I've always wanted to record those stories and or film them but I never got around to doing it. Instead I tell my own stories so they don't get lost. Kudos to you, and prayers for all those wonderfully sweet people you've interviewed. Bless their hearts.
My dad was born in 32 and I learned a lot from him because he grew up in the depression. Those people don’t change because they know how hard times can be.
My mother was born in 1929, and I remember her stories of growing up. She remembered her childhood so fondly even though they were poor. As she told it, everyone was poor, but they were happy! They found joy in the little things and had so much love. My grandmother was a wonderful women and a great cook. My granddad struggled to find work. Somehow they made it through.
I was not allowed to have Christmas, Birthdays or any holidays as a child. As an adult I could not relate to the sentiment people have about Christmas. Unless you have it as a child you can never get in the mood or excitement about Christmas. It was hard to go back to school after and have kids ask what I got for Christmas. I got nothing. That seemed unbelievable to them.
My mama was born in 1931 she has passed.. wish I had asked her more about her christmases… my Daddy was born in 1929… Gonna ask him about Christmas today. I hope this sweet people are still living and well. 💕🙏
Really great video! Reminds me of talking to my grandmother who grew up at that time the oldest of eleven children and had to quit school to help bring them up and work. Love to listen to stories like this it makes you appreciate what you have
Thank you so much for creating/posting this video! It helped bring the Great Depression to life for my students! Perfect ending to the unit, right before Christmas!
My Grandfather walked out the door leaving my Grandma with six kids and no husband. She manage to each each child one nice gift and each got the same number of candies or they would fight. They had a garden, chickens so survived. She said not hungry but not the best some days.She cleaned houses for a living. They got fabric to sew and everyone knew it was Welfare cloth and teased my Mother. She made the girls go to college. They worked and helped each other out.
@@vanessagarcia3502 The women in my family were pretty independent. It was expected to not have to have a man support them. They married and were traditional at home. It was never discussed but the idea was implied. You are welcome.
My Mother, born 1927 into a family of 9, said one year she got socks and a book. One year, she got nothing. I spent the rest of my adult working life trying to make up for that but one can never erase that early pain. I wish I knew that when I was killing myself trying to make it up to her. My heart still breaks for her but my heart still breaks that I couldn't ease those losses.....Be careful what you tell your children....
This video was created, filmed, edited and produced by Stanley [Stan] Dyer Alumni of Prichard [1-12] and life long friend to Jim Phillips. Stan Created and produced other videos on his RU-vid. Stan's vision was to leave A history of Prichard High School. He accomplished this by creating a visual documentary of Prichard from the beginning until the destruction by the fire. Stan traveled to Grayson, Somerset, Ashland and other locations to film retired teachers, students and Alumni. Stan presented his documentary at the 2009---Prichard Alumni Banquet, his 50th Reunion of Prichard. Stan Dyer convenced his friend Jim Phillips the need to document the history and destruction of Prichard High School and Jim was the one person who Could help accomplish that mission. Stan and crew traveled to Grayson and filmed lifelong friend Jim Phillips tell the story of Prichard High School. The Documentary was filmed in Grayson, Kentucky at The First Church of Christ. Background is the office of Church Secretary.
@@michaelphillips1323 Yes your father has seen this Video. He called Stan to compliment him on the production. Jim was so thankful he agreed to participate in Stan's documentary and also sent a Thank You Note. Stan gave him a copy of the DVD with photo cover. Your father was one of our dear friends growing up and later in life when we visited Grayson. Stan is the brother of John and Harold Dyer And my parents were Paul and Virginia Wilson-- lived across the street from your parents and later their new home on Hord Street. Your father as our friend was the photographer for our wedding and many of Stan's high school school sports. Stan passed away last year March 25. 2019.
I asked my grandma what she remembered about the depression. She said she only remembered that they couldn't afford student ID cards. So I guess her Mom did a good job of holding down the fort 😊
My dad wad born in 1919 and my mom in 1928 , they were country people and the big garden, raising chickens and pigs were life savers for their families. Both sets of grandparents had 8 children to feed, I can't imagine the worry they must have felt at times .
May have been poor but such a simple time when there was no distraction of technology such as phones, computors etc. Family was what matters and I miss those values today.
Stories from the Great depression always amaze me. Families were struggling to feed their own, yet often shared what little they had with a traveling hobo. "There, but for the Grace of God go I"...
