The Great Recession, The Great Depression

So we’re in a recession that our economic leaders were afraid to tell us about for a year. Fear breeds more fear, and this reminds me of the Great Depression when fear ran rampant and helped destroy the stock market and people’s lives.

The Depression years left a huge mark that carried over to the next generation. My mother to this day hoards basics such as canned goods, shampoo and tissues – just in case. And I am like her in scraping out the contents of near-empty jars and saving leftovers no matter how small. “Don’t waste food,” I always heard growing up, as well as the implied “Don’t waste money” as my mother would drive the path from Jewel to Kroger to Honiotes grocery stores, coupons and sale papers in hand, aiming for the bargains. Many who made it through the Depression came to think that having money was most important and they would work hard and live smart so they would be ready for the next hard times and so their children would never have to go without.

A fellow lifewriting devotee queued me in on “Conversations With America,” a collection of the late Studs Terkel’s interviews with people across the country which he used as a resource for his many books and radio programs. Taken from the website, part of the Chicago History Museum site:

“Studs Terkel is regarded as the great spiritual father of oral history…his ongoing legacy is built … on his interview style and two powerful convictions that informed them: First, that the common person had profound experiences in everyday life and could speak about them in a compelling and illuminating fashion if they were asked; and second, that the American people deserved to have a voice and share with their fellow citizens their different perspectives about social injustice, civic issues, intolerance, and personal struggles.”

Terkel’s recordings used for his book “Hard Times” include an interview with a physician in a public health clinic who noted (in the second half of the recording) how the poor came as usual, the occasional rich person (now the “well-dressed destitute”) would park their fancy car down the street a bit and walk to the clinic so the social workers wouldn’t think they still had the means to pay, while the middle-class (now poor) people were too ashamed to come at all and so suffered from lack of health care. People were fainting in the streets from hunger, eating scraps from dumpsters while thousands of pounds of wheat were being dumped into the Chicago River. You will need Real Player, which can be downloaded free (see the website for a link), to listen to these interviews.

The interviews are historic and priceless, but you probably have some historic and priceless memories locked up inside your own parent or grandparent, aunt, family friend or neighbor. Or maybe there is treasure within your own memories. Is it story time?

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Obama Hopes and Memories

Surely everyone but the most cynical of Republicans couldn’t help but be excited by the hopes of a Brave New World as Barack Obama was sworn in as our 44th President today. Even President Bush seemed happy (I’d be happy to leave big messes to someone else, too!). Will you remember this day forever? Where were you, what did you think, what did you feel? Did you like the poem, did you love Aretha’s song? Did you have tears, did you have doubts? Did you impress anything upon your children this day? What stories will you tell about this day to your grandchildren? And how will those stories be coloured after four years of Obama’s presidency?

What a beautiful family we have in the White House now. Fresh, young, intelligent, attractive, and so historically meaningful. It is easy to expect big changes, but I hope no one expects miracles – Barack really doesn’t walk on water, and he will not be able to feed the 5000 with a few fishes and loaves. The only real miracle he provides is the one that has been in hearts around the world since November. Downtrodden, cynical, tired hearts have been recharged by the electric thought of a jump start in America, the country that most affects the world. Agree with Obama’s democratic beliefs or not, we can smell the change in the air and can feel tremors of excitement as we face the near future. One man cannot do it all alone, not all of us will be made happy, not all the problems fixed, but may our hearts continue to be fed by the miracle of hope, and may we be left with good memories of the Obama years.

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Winter Holidays, Stories, Traditions

Well, I’m back from the holiday travels hoping to relax a bit before going back to the usual next week. Had a great visit with my side of the family where we played our annual crazy Present Game, worked on a new annual puzzle, ate our annual eggnog cookies and rum balls and homemade peanut brittle, reminisced about old stories and came back with some new ones.

To me, that’s one of the most fun things about being with family – hearing the stories, sharing them with the kids. My sister and I swapped car stories, about the cars we had in our younger years. Our three teen drivers learned about the exciting (and sometimes dangerous) adventures one can have as a new driver with an old car…important lessons in reality. At my dad and step-mom’s kitchen table, I regaled the nieces and nephews with funny tales of Charlie the hamster, my long-lived childhood pet… Charlie and the Chipmunks, Charlie and the Bumblebee (aka “How Charlie Saved Our Lives”)…that little hamster had some adventures! We also came home with new stories concerning my mom’s increasing dementia. Mom kept putting things into her purse or suitcase that weren’t hers (“What’s this? How did it get there? I didn’t do it!), and while trying to videotape Mom telling some childhood stories to all the grandkids we discovered she didn’t exactly remember them anymore and kept repeating variations of the truth as she now didn’t know it. “What did you expect, you’re a year too late,” said my husband (a lesson to all about not waiting too long – thank God we have her Cherry Blossoms memoir.)

Today, New Year’s Day, is also about tradition. I will make Japanese mochi rice cakes for us, grilled on the stove and served with soy sauce and dried seaweed, and then have black-eyed peas as a dinnertime side dish to cover all the good-luck bases. I will get my new calendar datebook ready for the upcoming year. I’m glad I have saved all my old datebooks which are like mini diaries in case I need to look back into time. Better yet, if one ever aspires to write about one’s life, a timeline created in MS Word or even handwritten is a helpful tool for remembering the when’s and where’s of significant moments and events. Hope your holidays were wonderful and full of stories.

Akemashite omedeto! (Happy New Year in Japanese)

 

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