Ann's Sister Ease at her 80th Birthday Dinner
..................................................................... Sisters Ease and Ann .................................................................
..................................................................... Sisters Ease and Ann .................................................................
Publishing these letters of my grandmother has been a pleasant experience for me. She was a prolific letter writer. In the fifteen years from September, 1920 until her death, she wrote 194 letters to her son Albert, and he saved them all. There's no telling how many more she wrote to others that were not saved. She had a unique way of expressing herself. The excerpts demonstrate the intense love she had for her family and give a vivid insight into what life was life in that era.
18 May 1934 - "... many things I want to tell you ... there is Mrs. Fleagle ... she lost the apartment house ... her long sickness ... renters didn't pay, and left with broken furniture ... happy to be home again ... are times really getting better? ... I can't see anything in our circles ... some people who have plenty already, are making fortunes out of the New Deal, while the poor people go without ... it provides good fat salaries for the already overstuffed officers of the New Deal ... so long as there is still eleven million unemployed, I can't see it their way ... to me it seems just a new kind of gangsterism ... Did you know that Mr. Tillman, Madge's boss, is running for state senator? ... running against Whitaker ... maybe you know what a good friend of mine he is ... he is a dishonest skunk! ... hope Tillman will win ..."
8 Feb 1934 - "... they found a house ... it's about a mile from here ... they moved there yesterday ... for the time being the question about this house is settled ... but no telling how soon it will pop up again ... they are not anxious for it just yet ... Walter had this house refinanced on 6% interest ... that will make it easier for him ... I hope taxes will be reduced ..."
A short break from Augusta’s letters. It was one fine weekend in Pigeon Forge/Sevierville, Tennessee when Larry and Debbie came from Florida and John, Barbara, and Jordan came from Virginia to join us for a mini-reunion to celebrate our 53rd wedding anniversary. The picture below was taken at the Black Bear Jamboree Dinner Theater as we entered for the show.
Left to Right: John, Barbara, Jordan, Debbie, Larry, Walter, Ann
Summer 1933 - "... Miss Allen, the nurse, is renting Miller's house ... she is a very good neighbor ... just think of the thousands and thousands of young people who are out of work! It almost makes me hide my face in shame of our high praised culture and civilization ... what have we to brag of anyway? ... Civilization, Culture, Progress? ... Shame on it all ... poor Mrs. Fleagle did two foolish things in her life: marrying an old man, and building the apartment house ... it's a terrible load ... Papa came home a week ago ... he is well ... talks about little dollbaby Adelaide so much ... Patricia was such a beautiful baby too ..."
18 Apr 1933 - "... I buy my eggs from Martin ... as many as he can spare ... pay him 20 cents a dozen ... but on the fruit truck I can get just as fresh eggs for 18 cents ... butter at the A&P came down to 27 cents ... Martin was here with his bunch for a short time last night ... They (the children) just love to take something home with them, like they used to when they lived on Wilson Ave... but one must have what the other has ... often little Betty will ask what have you got to take home for 'me'? ... and how they do love to eat here! ... and if they just had their supper, they'll sit down in the kitchen with Madge and eat a piece of jelly bread and drink a little milk. They are two interesting kids ... Betty is getting to look like Ruth more and more. Martin beats Betty in looks ... he is a very interesting looking child ... has a beautiful figure ..."
Jan 1933 - "Writing goes a little better than it did the last time, but it is still very hard for me ... I am improving slowly ... I am still in bed the greater part of the time ..."
9 Jan 1932 - "... this world is turning into a big madhouse ... who ever heard of a time when the teachers weren't paid their salaries? Tell me, how do the teachers exist? Such conditions! ... no money for anything ... only the gangsters and politicians ... Madge and Lyddi went to St. Petersburg today for a visit ... Mr. Fleagle is still very feeble ... can hardly talk ... his nephew is here and takes care of him ... poor Mrs. Fleagle! We all had a nice Christmas ... the children are so sweet ... Betty ordered a toolchest ... hammer and screwdriver, pliers and nails ... she got it, of course, and is so proud of it ... no dolls for Betty! ..."
30 Aug 1926 - "... Baby is getting so independent ... doesn't want to be led by the hand ... and always makes for the street ... he and Papa are great friends ... Papa gets him over every afternoon for an outing ..."
18 Oct 1925 - "... Do you remember six years ago today? Six long years for our poor Lyddi! ... Baby (Martin, Jr.) is so cute and darling ... he has a little devil that he plays with now. It's a little rubber red devil that you can blow up like a tire. You ought to see Baby get excited about that thing ... he pulls his tail and hollers! ... Papa is back from his Indiana trip! ... Martin has no work yet ... real estate selling is nothing for a Berg ... I wish to goodness he would find something sure. But if it's worrying him, he keeps it under cover ..."
May 1925 - "... Papa was here ... came Friday afternoon and left yesterday. Papa's face is getting littler every day. I do wish he would wear his teeth ... Baby is beginning to walk now ..."