1935-1942 Depression years

DEPRESSION YEARS

1935 – 1942

In 1935, the depression was in full force.  My Aunt Gert, my father’s sister had been laid off from work in the mill and she had used up all her savings. (No unemployment checks in those days.)  So Aunt Rose suggested to my parents a solution.  If we could find a bigger house, Aunt Gert could move in with us.  Since Aunt Gert had no income, Aunt Rose would pay any expenses until Gert went to work again. My parents agreed and the house hunting began.

312 Durfee Street

Banks had a lot of foreclosures at that time and my parent checked on one.  I remember that it was a very rainy day with thunder and lighting.  The house was full of cobwebs and dirty.  It felt haunted.  It had been empty two years so you can see how ones imagination could run away with you.  The bank was very eager to have it rented.  They offered to clean the house thoroughly and do any repairs that were necessary and all we had to do was move in. They did all that and more,. They had to put in a new furnace and they would still build some kitchen cabinets that my mother requested. (Years later my father bought the house.)

The previous owners must have had servants who cooked in the basement.  The food was delivered to the first floor on a dumb waiter, which is a hand-operated box on pulleys, inside a wall.  The dumb waiter was still there.  It was a big house with kitchen, pantry and double parlors with beautiful decorated plaster ceilings.  There was also a separate sitting room on the first floor and a curving stairway to the second floor.  The bathroom and four bedrooms were on the second floor.  You could go up a short stairway to a widow’s watch on the roof.  The view from there of the harbor and the Taunton River was fantastic. The Old Fall River Line cruise ships could be seen docked at the pier.  So everyone was eager to move to 312 Durfee Street.

My folks lived there for almost 50 years.  And I enjoyed living there for several reasons.  It was only 2 minutes from high school and downtown was only a ten-minute walk.  Also, my bedroom was the one with the view of the harbor, the best view of all the bedrooms.

SCHOOL

School was something I always enjoyed.  I went to public school for kindergarten and first grade.  Second to eighth grades were at St. Patrick’s.  They always celebrated St. Patrick’s Day with a  “Coffee Supper”, which consisted of two nights of Buffet Style Dinner and a School Play.  Every one looked forward to it, and since it came in the middle of Lent, it was a break in the fasting or giving up for Lent.  The women did all the cooking and the nuns did all the teaching of the children who took part in the plays.  My first play was in “The Wedding of the Painted Doll” and I was Red Riding Hood.  My mother made my costume consisting of a red dress and a red hood.  I still can remember part of the song after all these years.  I have a picture of the cast still.  I had to carry a basket of fruit and the boys were all so friendly.  Fruit was very expensive so I had to make sure no one stole some.

Boys looking from  my window

The girls that went to St. Patrick’s stayed close friends until we all graduated from high school.  Some went on the college and others to work.  Mary Sweeney became a Dietitian at Durfee High and Grace Dunn became a teacher.  Geraldine became a Nurse for the city, and Connie, Marie and I all went to work.  Mary, Grace and Geraldine never married.  Marie had eight children; her first one became a nun.  Connie had four boys.  One friend Margaret Corbett went to a private high school and we lost track of one another. The last time I saw her was at my father’s funeral coming out of church.  She looked just like I remember her.  I was hoping she would phone so we could get together, but she never did.  She had married and I never knew her married name.

HEALTH PROBLEMS

Growing up I had a problem with asthma and before I went to high school, my parents thought I should see the doctor.  After he examined me, he told my father that if I started to have too many attacks, he would okay my quitting school.  That I didn’t want, so I was very careful not too overdo, and I did manage to get along very well.  Then when we moved, it was only two minutes from school instead of a trolley ride and fifteen-minute walk.  I finished high school and graduated in 1937.  It was the 50th year celebration for BMC Durfee High School so that class was pretty special.  The school was a beautiful classic building and celebrated its 100th anniversary in 1987. There was talk of destroying the building because it was so old, but they didn’t.  It is now a courthouse.  The city of Fall River did destroy other buildings, which they should have kept.  In fact, they destroyed all of Main Street and City Hall. Then they constructed a freeway through the center of town and built the City Hall over it.

During my sophomore year, I started to work at J.J. Newberrys Dept. Store part time.  I stayed there on permanent status after I graduated since jobs were difficult to find.  As a sales clerk, I had to wait on customers as they came to the counter, total the sales in your head  (no calculators) and ring it up on the register.  The salesgirl had to keep the counters full of merchandise.  All the clerks were friendly and we enjoyed our work. I left in 1942 because I was getting married and believe it or not, Newberrys did not hire married women. 

Mom’s Memories Contents

My Mom’s Memories

by Ellen Dorothy Van Cleef

edited by Dorrie, Ellen’s daughter

Some years ago my mother started writing her down her „memories“. My dad finally introduced her to using a computer, at the age of 80!!, and with  Dad’s help she could even add  pictures. Taking her age into consideration, you’ll find some repetition in her tales and/or years missing.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I  did!

Dorrie, October 2002, corrections made : 2024

Update, May 2024

The pages need a complete re-formatting and while doing that I decided to add pictures from my archives to the entries. The entries themselves are the original as written by my mom, with only minor corrections (typos mostly).

Not all of the entries mentioned below so you will find some missing, at the moment (May 2024)

1944; Mom and Dad

1935-1942; Depression Years

1871-1938; The Beginning; 

1941; Unhappy and Happy Times

1943; Navy Life Begins

1943; Ocracoke, North Carolina

1945; The War is Over

1947-1948; On to California

1950; Annapolis Maryland

1952-1953; Back in Fall River and Carl arrives

1953-1956; Quantanamo, Cuba

1957; Arrival in San Diego

1961; Square dancing in the Philippines

1962; Sailing to the Philippines on the USS Barrett 

1965; Back to El Cajon again

1966; Trip back East

1967; More Changes

1968; Meeting Michael

1970; Retirement

1971; Bob and Mary’s Wedding

1971; Family Trip

 

 

 

 

1959, Mexican Wedding in El Cajon

In 1959 I was asked by neighbors of ours if I’d be flower girl at their daughters wedding. Of course I said yes. The family were Mexicans so it was an interesting event.

Here is how I looked:

Here are a few pictures of the wedding itself. Our church back then was just a roofed patio because the new church wasn’t built yet.

The bridal couple with her parents.

I kept that dress for many years and in 2006 my eldest grand daughter, Tamara, tried it on. That was fun to see. As you can see, it was Christmas time and Tamara spent a few days at my home.

1957, our new home in El Cajon

After a 3 year stay in Cuba, dad got transfered to San Diego. And of course we needed a home. We found one in a city just East of San Diego. Not special, but big (4 bedrooms and a garden). Of course it was quite bare when it was new…..no grass, no plants, nothing.

here are the 3 of us at the back door. 

We soon added a patio….nice shade for getting out of the often very hot Sun.

1976, Regina is born

1976 daughter Regina was born

13 and 7 are lucky numbers

Additions etc. for her birthday 2022

It was a hot summer night on July 12, 1976. It was one of the hottest since who knew when.

I sat on our balcony together with H.-M. and some friends. We enjoyed a nice punch called “cold duck”. The punch consisted of 2 bottles of white wine, 1 bottle of champaign, and one lemon. It needs to be served very cold, which was quite refreshing in the heat. But, carrying around a big tummy was beginning to get to me. The baby had already wanted to come 8 weeks too soon so the doctor had ordered me to rest, stop dancing, and take it easy. Not very easy with a 2 year old in the house!

At seven the next morning, July 13, the contractions started. Looks like this baby wanted to finally greet us… or was it the “cold duck”? To be on the safe side, we drove to the clinic.

After the usual checks, the contractions stopped. But since it was near term, they decided to keep me there. I met my room mate and then my hubby left for home to take care of our little boy.

The room was located on the top floor of the flat roofed hospital. I believe it was the 12th floor or something. The heat really beat down and the windows were fixed so that they could only be tipped and not opened… too many women with “baby blues” might attempt to jump… can’t have that happening! The poor girl next to me had already had her baby, which had to be in a special clinic. She wasn’t nursing and was told not to drink much, which was difficult in that heat.

I was told to press the button for the nurse if the contractions should begin again…. which they then did around 7 or so in the evening! I pressed the button and got wheeled back down to the delivery room. There my favorite nurse, a cute red head, had duty. “I didn’t expect to see you again today” she said. They did the usual tests, and then we waited. Around 10 p.m. my favorite nurse had to go home, and she was replaced by a black haired young and small nurse. My doctor by-the-way was on vacation…. of course! The assistant on duty, as well as this black-haired witch, didn’t seem to know much…. and I wasn’t all that knowledgeable myself. After all, it was only my second birth! The contractions had stopped again. The nurse gave me a shot on instructions from the doc, telling me it wouldn’t hinder the contractions if they came back but would let me sleep.

About an hour later the water broke! I was all alone in the room… and quite dazed from the shot. I located the button and pushed. The black witch came in and asked what was wrong. I tried to tell her my water had broke but I couldn’t talk properly. I remember her yelling at me, as if it was no big thing and no reason for pushing the button. But soon the contractions get heavier… I was still dazed. I couldn’t talk right, I mixed up German and English. My legs wouldn’t stay bent up, they kept slipping down. The black witch yelled at me again! Roughly translated she said:  “Behave yourself!”. But I couldn’t! I was drugged!

The next morning, at around 9, the nurses came in to clean me up. I said “what for? I haven’t had my baby yet!” They looked at me, I noticed the band on my wrist, and slowly the nightmare of the night before came back. “Is it a girl or boy?” I asked. “We’ll have to go check the files!” they answered. They didn’t know! While they were gone, I told the other girl in my room that I was sure it was a boy… I wouldn’t be lucky enough to have a girl, too. But they came back and informed me that it was indeed a girl! At 15 minutes before midnight, on July 13, my lovely daughter

Regina Ellen

was born.

 

winter near our new home in Rodgau-Jügesheim 
This buggy was so great!!
Carsten really enjoyed his sister.
Regina being busy in the corridor in front of our apartment. I’m missing some great photos of him looking at her in her craddle. If I find them I’ll add them here.

The following were Christmas 1977

and she got her favorit doll which she kept for many years


me and Michael enjoying the holiday  and Michaels sister, Petra, came to visit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The stay here at the Offenbach Hospital was soooooo much better then the one in Frankfurt where Carsten was born.