Pop was
born on a farm a few miles SW, Clay County,
Arkansas, on 8 August 1897. The son of
Mary Ellen Wooten (6 October,1877 - 18
July,1964) and Aden Herman McClure (25 March
1876 - 29 March 1900). Mother
was born at Thurber, (Erath), Texas on 4 June,
1910. The daughter of Annie Lizzie Rice (1878
July-August 1913) and Theodore C. Crain (12 July
1974-5 May 1929).
Pop was
small for his age (small for his size, as they
used to say), while growing-up and he also
contracted polio at an early age. I'm not sure
what kind of farm chores he was able to perform,
but they would have been limited, because the
muscle of one leg was severely atrophied and was
considerably shorter than the other one. Uncle
John Vangilder recently told me that he did help
with the removal of stumps from the farm, so
that the crop could be planted. This is
evidently when Pop split open his normal foot
between the metatarsal with an axe. The axe went
all the way through the foot without cutting the
sock. The fact that the sock was made of silk
would account for the material not cutting.
Consequently, he was able to walk for only a
short distance and then usually with the aid of
a cane.
At
school one of the larger boys frequently carried
Pop on their shoulders, because of his
disability and to prevent the other boys from
taunting him. Pop even worked as a cowboy for an
unknown period of time while he lived in Texas,
which must have been very uncomfortable due to
the smallness of the buttocks on one
side.
Bootleg Whiskey and Leaving
Texas
He said
that he dealt cards in a saloon much like the
one depicted on Gunsmoke. He also helped Uncle
Johnny Chaney (mother's brother-in-law) and
others make and sell homebrew and bootleg
whiskey.
Pop
once destroyed two kegs of whiskey when he and
mother were living with Willie Chaney (Uncle
Johnny's brother), the meek one of the Chaney
family, who lived down a long dirt road between
Midland and Odessa at this time. A car was
driving very fast up their lane. So Pop knocked
the bungs from two kegs to allow the whiskey to
flow out on the ground. I'm sure that they were
highly pe'od when they discovered that the car
was driven by a friend.
The
reason that the family had to leave Colorado
City, Texas was because Pop had killed a man
over a disagreement in a card game. The owner of
the saloon gave Pop some money and a car and
advised him to return to his home in Arkansas.
The sheriff there at the time was Dick Hickman,
a good friend of Pop's. Men from the sheriffs
department bought their bootleg whiskey from
them. So the sheriff gave Pop time to leave the
state, before he started going through the
motions of apprehending him. This was still the
"wild and wooly west" and a killing was no big
deal.
Pop was
unable to enlist in the army during the First
World War, so he worked in a powder plant. For
entertainment there, two men would bare knuckle
fight for a pocket watch. (prize
fight)
Being
free of charge, the rods (freight trains) were
the only affordable mode of transportation for
many of the travelers during this period of our
history. Times were tough, so many of the
homeless were frequently Hobos (hey, bo, was a
vagabonds greeting) and rode the rails. Pop
awoke one morning in a cemetery, after one of
these rides. He evidently had a snoot full or
else he would not have spent a night in a
graveyard. I'm sure that he slept in some very
unusual and less desirable places during these
early travels.
When
they first returned home (to Arkansas), Pop
attempted to farm a portion of the Vangilder
farm for about two years, without success. He
wasn't able to follow a plow, so he hired his Uncle
Erbie McClure to do this type of work.
Erbie was good at breaking horses, but he
couldn't seem to get the hang of farming. Erbie
would ask Pop what he wanted him to do and Pop
would tell him that he wanted him to get his
rear out in the field and do some plowing.
Uncle
Erbie, Aunt Lottie an Grandmother Ellen Wooten
McClure Vangilder.
Pop was
able to survive by bootlegging on the side. The
family moved about thirty-five miles north, a
few miles over the Missouri State line. Settling
about 1/2 mile west of the St. Francis River
Bridge on Missouri State highway 53 southeast of
Qulin, on the south side of the curve. We think
that one of farmers there must have offered Pop
work there or else needed someone to help make
moonshine. He once fell from a tree, when he
went to sleep while he was guarding their still
and watching for revenuers (federal alcohol
enforcement agents), receiving only a small
gash, which quickly healed. Uncle John didn't
know why the family had relocated
there.
Moving to Missouri and Living
Conditions
The
family lived in a terrible small share-croppers
shack with a dirt floor and the only window was
a very small one in the door. The shack wasn't
big enough to cuss a cat in. Our ramshackle
shack had ramshackle down-and-out, by the time
that I was capable of noticing such
things.
The
folks were able to keep body and soul together
and make ends meet by picking cotton from
daylight till dark. Pop also removed (skinned as
my brother Claudie would say) the bark from
trees for Boeving Bros. Cotton Co., when he
didn't have cotton to pick. I haven't the
foggiest notion what these naked trees were then
used for. The smaller ones may have been used
for mine props, because a lot of them were
loaded into freight cars on the rail-road
between our place and the cotton gin after we
moved into Qulin.
Pop
continued to make bootleg whiskey on the bank of
the St. Francis River and gamble with cards. I
never knew of him shooting craps, cards were his
game. Dice was my brother Glenn's forte, when he
was with a group of boys either picking cotton
at home or cherries at Traverse City, Michigan.
He told Pop that it was easier than breaking his
back picking cotton or his neck on a shaky
ladder while picking cherries. Anyway Pop said
that he would fall through the door and sleep
there the rest of the night. Too dog-tired to
even eat.
Perk
Shirley tells of Pop doing a little moonlighting
when his family was hungry. He would make like
Snuffy Smith, by warming the handle of a broom
under his arm-pit and the passing it through the
window of a chicken house to borrow a chicken.
The chicken would be attracted by the heat from
the broom handle and would then move from its
perch to the handle of the broom and Pop would
pull out the chicken and immediately choke it to
prevent it from disturbing the other chickens
and waking the owner. The neighbors knew who was
taking their chickens, but would never begrudge
a person from borrowing a chicken, when his
family was starving.
Living Conditions
Guy
Scott (Aunt Jullean Crane's father) and Bumper
Kelm were instrumental in helping the family
move into town. The first night that Guy and
some other men came to our shack (it was more
like a small shed) to gamble. He decided then
and there that something had to be done to help
a family living under such primitive conditions.
So after returning home he told his wife
Margaret of the situation there and that he
planned to do something to help the crippled man
with a young child-like wife, two barefoot boys
and a baby (that was me) living in a shack that
wasn't big enough to swing a cat in. I was born
in this shack on * Jan.1930, but have always
celebrated * Jan. 1929 and still do. I wasn't
aware of my official birth date until I located
my birth certificate after Pop's death. It could
be said that they didn't have a pot to put water
in or a window to throw it out of, at this point
in their lives. They didn't have diddly
squat!
Guy
fixed-up one of the old railroad section houses,
by removing the broken window panes and
necessary materials from the dining room and
kitchen and installing them in the new panes and
patching the cracks in the walls and floor of
the living room.
There
were originally 32 of these houses used to house
the people working on the railroad, when it was
being laid through this part of the state. These
houses were built about 1912 by the Iron
Mountain Railroad. Pop subsequently
purchased two of these houses for $25.00 each.
These same houses could be rented for $6.00 a
month, which was a great deal of money during
the depression. Most families had to settle for
renting by the month. These houses were very
basic, with a living room, kitchen, dining room
and an unscreened front porch. In later years
the porch was screened and some of us kids slept
there on a pallet during the summer months. It
was cooler than our bedroom, because we didn't
have fans and the cross current ventilation was
very poor.
Our
pump was on the north side of our house, where
our back porch was later added. In those days
most people kept a dipper attached to the pump
or close to it, to be used for a drink of water.
Everyone used the same dipper, which was usually
enamelware or granite, as some people called
them. Most of them were mottled blue & white
and occasionally a white one with a red trim.
(Aunt Pat has one of the old fashioned pumps and
a white enamelware dipper with the red trim
decorating her front yard in the Bluff.) Many
people also had dishes of enamelware, which
wasn't practical, because they chipped so
easily. Pop preferred a gourd dipper, which was
even less sanitary than the enamel
ones.
Many
homes also kept a two gallon galvanized water
bucket of water close to the pump for drinking
and priming the pump when the leather of the
pump dried out too much. This was years before
most of the families at home had electric pumps
and the manually operated pumps would lose their
prime if they weren't used quite often,
especially at night.
Some of
the people refused to use these dippers and
buckets, because everyone used the same dipper.
Some of the people would even pour the water
that they didn't drink back into the bucket.
Most of the people didn't give a second thought
to this practice.
When we
first moved into our house, our beds were
located in the living- room and dining-room This
move must have taken place in 1930. A screened-
in-back porch, bedroom, bath and garage were
added in years to come.
The
heat for our house came from the pot belly
heating stove in the living room, if a house had
more than one room, the parents always slept in
the front room as the living room was called.
The stove was banked at night with the damper
cut way back, so there was actually very little
heat at night and none at all in the rest of the
house.
Everyone in our family slept in gowns at
this time. This was before most homes were
insulated, so the inside of the houses were not
a great deal warmer than the outdoors
temperature and when there were three brothers
sleeping in the same bed. I'm sure that you will
take my word for it, it didn't make for the most
pleasant night sleep.
If
Glenn felt a cold spot in his share of the bed,
he would roll either Claudie (born 1934) or
myself into the cold spot. Clever, that one! And
it was almost as bad when he threw his big heavy
leg across us with hair that felt like steel
wool. Claudie and I got some of our best sleep
after we got to school, Glenn could sleep
through an Oklahoma
thunderstorm.
Our
father had a minimum of education, but he was a
good business man. Mrs. Nentrup, our notary
public typed all of his legal paperwork. He
realized early on that he was limited due to his
physical disability so he choose a vocation that
would enable him to sit, such as an all night
card game or supervising a bartender or two and
a rack boy.
Pop
accepted a position as a card dealer for Shady
(his name alone should have discouraged anyone
from playing cards in his establishment) at his
gambling/saloon in Poplar
Bluff.
Pop
once bought a meal for a black man, who worked
for Shady as a "gofer" (a pimp, as Claudie would
call him today) and gave him two dollars,
because one of the customers had embarrassed
him.
Pop was
a generous person, who freely helped those who
were down-on-their- luck. Having experienced
this himself, many times. The lack of hard cash
during the depression (the dirty thirties) and
his love of cards, surely played a part in him
accepting this position at
Shady's.
Pop
Starts Business in Qulin
There
were several individuals who helped Pop get his
start in the business world. Uncle Johnny
VanEaton (not really an uncle) sold Pop a bushel
of black-eyed peas for a small amount of money
and Pop in turn resold them at a slight profit
and continued to do this until he was able to
purchase the necessary ingredients for making
bootleg whiskey. The whiskey was sold by his
assistant who peddled it on the train that
passed through Qulin. The assistant would always
restock his supply whenever the train stopped at
home and conceal it in a long overcoat with many
pockets. This and selling out of his pocket so
to speak continued until he had saved a
substantial amount and with a loan from Kirt
Adkins (who was about as near to a Godfather as
we had at home), Pop was able to start his first
business, which was a gambling
saloon.
I still
wonder who bought all the booze, because it
seemed that just about everyone bootlegged at
this time. A man in Oglesville became a
millionaire during prohibition.
To
furnish electricity for the business and house
Pop had a Delco generator installed between our
house and the tavern a few years after we moved
into town,. The Delco generator replaced gas
lights with mantels for the tavern and old
fashioned kerosene (coal oil) lamps for the
house. The building was initially lit by gas
lamps with two arms that curved down with a
mantle at the end of each arm. These lamps were
suspended from the ceiling. They worked on the
same principle as the Coleman lanterns of today,
without the glass globes. So we had to be
extremely careful not to touch the mantle when
lighting them or the mantle would disintegrate.
The REA (rural electrification association) was
extended from Poplar Bluff in the late
Thirties.
The bar
was always located in the front portion the
building, where home- brew and moonshine (rot
gut, white lightning or Sneaky Pete as some
people called it) were dispensed. There were a
half dozen poker tables in the rear two-thirds
of the building, and a small room on the south
side of the building, which was initially used
for shooting craps (dice). There was a divvy box
at each table that the winner would insert a
quartet into. This was how Pop received the
revenue to operate the gambling portion of this
operation.
The
back portion of the building was later used as a
dancehall and then as a pool-hall. There were
three pool tables and a snooker table in the
rear portion of this building. Also a small room
opposite the tavern bar that was a cafe managed
by my Aunt Lilly, my mother's sister. This
smaller room was used as a cafe by Aunt Lillie
(mother's eldest sister and Pop's second wife)
years after prohibition.
The
interior walls, ceiling and special handmade
seats that were built for the tavern and cafe
and the benches for the pool-hall portion were
made of knotty pine (lower right corner in
photograph below) were blow torched to
accentuate the grain of the and the knotty pine
There was a highly lacquered masonite bar that
ran the length of the tavern portion of the
building.
There
was a pen ball machine, slot machine (one arm
bandit) located in the bar portion of this
building that tokens were used to play. They
would be exchanged for cash when the person hit
the jackpot. There was also a jukebox we called
a beetle organ.
Pop and
another one or two of his friends which
included; Walter Hollowell, Guy Scott, Fatman,
the Lancaster brothers Ed, Chill, and Shorty,
and others would occasionally play cards in the
liquor store which was added in later
years.
Their
serious card games were played in our dining
room for many years until he had a small cement
basement built under the back porch, with a trap
door for an entrance. We were never sure why he
went to so much trouble or expense, but I'm sure
that everyone in the family wished that he had
done it many years sooner. You can imagine how
noisy a bunch of card players can be and
appreciate just how little sleep we were able to
get with the players vocalizing their
frustrations and elation's. It was bad enough
when one of them would pound the table, but it
really jerked our chain when someone slapped the
table with the palm of their hand. Anyway, we
certainly couldn't go to school the next morning
and tell the teacher that we didn't get any
sleep last night because of an all night card
game. Aunt Lillie was usually called on sometime
during the night to fix sandwiches and
coffee.
Bill
Brent, who was later to become the sheriff of
Butler County at Poplar Bluff for a number of
terms, managed the crap table when the business
was first started. Many years later Pop was
arrested for gambling in our house, but never
served any time. His long time friendship with
Bill Brent evidently had a lot to do with him
not being held.
Glenn
would open the beer-joint or joint as most of us
called it, by sweeping, putting the place in
order and building a fire during the winter
months. Pop would relieve him in time for
school. Thank goodness that I never had to open
the tavern during the winter months. As cold (a
three dog night) as it was in our bedroom, it
was certainly a whale of a lot better than
opening a cold beer tavern. Pop sold 3.2%
alcohol content beer instead of 5%, so he was
able to be open on Sundays.
Glenn
and I started tending bar at ten or twelve years
of age. A task at which I always felt a little
uncomfortable with. I remember one night when
Pop had gone to Poplar Bluff and I was tending
bar alone and a fight broke- out. I was afraid
that they might injure themselves or do some
damage to the tavern. Fortunately, Guy Scott was
there to help me herd them outside where they
continued their disagreement. We enjoyed
watching them roll around on the ground and make
an ass out of themselves, once we got them
outside. Then too, there was always the
possibility that the state man (alcohol
inspector) might pay us an unexpected visit,
while I was tending bar by myself and this would
have been a fine and automatic suspension of
Pop's beer license. Claudie being the youngest
didn't tend bar, although he did rack pool
balls.
My
first remembrance is helping Pop cap bottles of
home-brew in the kitchen of our house. I was
about five at the time, so I'm sure that I was
more of a hindrance than help. The fermentation
of home-brew is unstable and infrequently a
bottle would explode. The legal beer would
sometimes explode when it was placed in the beer
box containing icy cold water on an extremely
hot day.
Pop
worked long hours, six or seven days a week,
depending on which business that he was in at
the time. Generally opening between six thirty
to seven thirty in the morning but never before
drinking a cup or two of coffee with pet milk in
it while sitting on the side of his bed. He
would close for the night at nine or ten during
the week and extend it to midnight or later on
Saturday night, which he referred to as "drunk
night," cautioning us to be careful on this
particular night. He also told us that he didn't
want us to bolly fox around, which is a first
cousin to lollygag.
Pop
owned a hand-gun and a blackjack (sap), that he
always took with him between the house and his
place of business each day. He also had a
persuader, which was an 18" length of fire hose
with a metal inner lining. Which he didn't
hesitate to use if the drunk became too
rambunctious, of which he was exposed to many
during his lifetime. I never knew of him having
to use the gun, just showing the length of hose
was enough to discourage most of
them.
Our dad
took several trips when we were quite young,
once returning with a crate of fruit and nuts
from California, I can remember a few trips that
I took with him. On one trip we attended boxing
matches at Cape Girardeau or St. Louis. He also
took me to the "Cat's Eye", a popular
tavern/dancehall midway between home and the
Bluff, a little south and west of the Hargrove
Bridge. I often wondered where such a
progressive name such as this came from in the
mid thirties. It sounds like a name that the
beatniks or the recent hippies would
use.
After
Uncle Raymond Crane (mother's brother) moved
from Texas in 1931, he became a bartender for
Pop for a number of years. He was paid $2.00 a
week with room and board for working about 82
hours a week. So slave labor wasn't reserved for
the blacks only during the depression. Jobs were
few and far between.. This gave Pop someone else
that he could boss, a position that he dearly
loved. He would have been a great Drill
Sergeant. He now had a bar keeper, that he could
relay on and trust to take care of the tavern,
without being ripped-off.
Uncle
Raymond's bed was in the kitchen when he first
moved in with us. This was prior to the bedroom,
bath, garage and back porch being added. He
awoke one morning with company in his bed not to
his choosing. It was a snake that had entered
through a mouse hole in the floor. Believe me,
it didn't take him long to dispatch the snake
and close the hole with a patch from a tobacco
can and a few tacks. Uncle Raymond had a very
sensitive stomach (sour stomach) since childhood
and this didn't surprise any of us, when we saw
how much pepper that he smothered his fried eggs
with each morning.
Shoot
Out in Pop's Bar
We were
thankful Uncle Raymond, wasn't on duty at the
time of the big shootout One of Pop's first part
time bartender was shot and killed during the
early years of operation. He was Melvin (Kneestob)
Floyd, the son of the family that lived behind
us. The gunman fired several rounds. One shot
killed Melvin, one pierced the front door, Pop
and the town constable. (this hole could be seen
until the tavern was torched several years
later)
Pop
wasn't aware that he had been wounded until he
entered our living room, with a gallon of
bootleg whiskey in each hand. He than proceeded
to tell mother what had happened and that he had
broken the rest of the bottles of home-brew and
whiskey on the outside of the gambling portion
of the building. I can remember Mother becoming
excited when she noticed that there was blood on
Pop's pant leg. He was so hyped during the
excitement only minutes before, that he was
unaware that he had been injured by the
gunman.
The
bullet wound was less severe than it could have
been, because the bullet was deflected by the
large heavy skeleton key that he had attached to
a belt loop on a key ring. The key was bent
double by the bullet, before it entered the
thigh muscle of his normal leg possibly
preventing the bone from being shattered. Dr.
Cook was unable to remove the bullet, because it
was so deep seated and also he was concerned
that it might damage too much of the soft
tissue. So he cleaned and bandaged the wound and
Pop lived with the bullet next to the femur bone
for the rest of his life.
Our
town constable at the time was informed of the
disturbance and came to investigate the
situation. It didn't take him long to determine
that it was one dangerous place to be. So he
hightailed/hotfooted it back home with a hole in
his ear. The County Sheriff was then notified
and the gunman was arrested.
My
mother, Beulah,
died at the Lucy Lee Hospital in the Bluff on 21
Dec. 1938, giving birth to the second set of
twins. Aunt Lillie obtained her divorce from
Uncle Johnny at Piggott, Arkansas. Aunt Lillie
married Pop on 20 Aug. 1939, less than a year
after Mother's death.
In the
early days the jobbers generally had a helper,
(who did all of the donkey work) who was usually
a black who did most of the unloading of beer
and sodie pop, as we called it then. The main
reason that we enjoyed their arrival was that
they always setup a free round of drinks when
they first arrived and again just before they
left, a practice that hasn't been done in
years.
Our dad
invested a lot of hours playing the card game of
"ole sol" (solitaire), after he opened the
liquor store, during the slack periods. To help
maintain hand dexterity, he would move the
quarter from the bottom of a stack of quarters
to the top, with the thumb of his right
hand.
Dad was
an avid card player, who seemed to be addicted
to it. He didn't always win, once losing his car
and pocket watch, shortly after moving to town.
Kirt Adkins liked Pop and was somehow able to
convince the other players that they should
return his property to him.
On
another occasion he lost his tavern on a ball
game. Baseball was very big during the
depression. Many of the men at home played on a
diamond in front of the Hollowells on Sundays,
before the high school was
built.
Walter
Hollowell (Booger's dad) was always the catcher
for the local team. Pop owned a team a few years
after we moved into town. Which probably meant
that he sponsored the team by purchasing the
necessary equipment. I rather doubt that it was
the St. Louis Cardinals!
Another
time he lost his shirt at the Purple
Crackle, a gambling house across the
Mississippi River from Cape Girardeau, Missouri,
being a good businessman, he was able to get a
loan and with some backing from Kirt Adkins, and
was soon back in business.
Slot
machines (one arm bandits) were legal in
Missouri during the first few years that Pop
operated his tavern. Tokens were used with a
hole in the center of them, that could be
redeemed for cash from the cash register, when a
person hit the jackpot. Which I did once and won
enough to purchase a new pair of bib overalls at
Joe Hefners store. Barb's Uncle Eddie McLaughlin
bought the slot machine from Pop a few years
after we were married. This machine is probably
still floating around somewhere in the Battle
Creek, Michigan area.
Punch
boards were very big when we were kids and were
to be found everywhere to include grocery
stores, service stations, cafes, drugstores,
lunch counters at the five and dime stores and
of course taverns and honky tonks. They were
made of cardboard about one inch thick and the
chances were punched out with a punch similar to
the key used to open a sardine can. The chances
were anywhere from a dime to a dollar and a
person could win anything from a big goose egg
to a few dollars. Many businesses also had grab
bags. The price range was about the same for the
grab bags. A person might select a bag that
contains a small trinket, taffy or perhaps a
nice piece of jewelry. Grab bags can still be
seen occasionally, but the state and federal
government is missing out on a lot of revenue by
not bringing back punch boards. Everyone enjoyed
taking chances with these and they would be more
popular and a persons chances of winning would
certainly be much better than with the lotteries
of today.
Pop
Builds a Movie Theater
A
theater was added to Pop's business ventures in
the late thirties. I can't remember if Uncle
Raymond helped with the construction of this
building, but I do recall him helping with the
crew that poured the cement for the front of the
building. It was during a hot summer day and he
developed the worst blistered back that I've
ever seen while working without a shirt. I'm
sure that Aunt Jullean will attest to this. This
was when westerns were king and Roy Rogers was
king of the cowboys.
Live
Performances:
The
Wilburn Brothers appeared at the theater quite
often, as well as Slim Rhodes, Speck and Slim's
wife Zella Mae, who had a daily radio program on
KWOC. The Wilburn brothers and Speck are still
active in Nashville.
Pop
moved a small building from behind the theater
to the front center of his lot to be used as a
liquor store, the last twelve or so years of his
life. The tavern had become too much of a
hassle, after so many years and that smoky old
poolroom didn't help either, while keeping a
second eye out for the law. Pop enjoyed
attending the open air wrestling matches at
Poplar Bluff, during the summer months and
movies at Campbell whenever he could get away.
He especially enjoyed the continuing serials
each week. There were serials with Gene Autry,
Red Rider and Little Beaver, Clyde Beatty of the
circus and many others. My all time favorite was
"the fighting marines". Most of these episodes
took place in the jungles and always left us
wanting to return next week for the next
installment. it gave us something to talk about
and to look forward to all week long. Movies
were our second favorite topic when we were
picking cotton only when there were none of the
girls around, everyone enjoyed westerns and we
all went ape when a new Tarzan movie was
released.
Everyone at home (Qulin) called Pop by
the nickname of Crip. Even some of the mail came
addressed to Crip or Cripp Mc Clure. Brother
Claudie once learned that Pop's nickname was not
to be used by his children. Pop didn't believe
in the boarding house reach (both feet on the
floor at all times) at our dining table. When
Claudie asked Pop for the butter and called him
Crip Pop quickly and firmly informed him that
his friends could call him Crip, but that his
children should address him as Pop or some form
thereof. Only moments later Claudie had
forgotten the reprimand once again calling him
Crip when asking for another food item. Pop
instantly back-handed him out of his chair and
against the wall. Claudie picked himself up
sheepishly and returned to the table with very
little to say during the rest of the meal.
(which isn't easy for him, because he was our
court jester. Claudie wasn't being
disrespectful, just a cocky kid who was full of
something and something.
Glenn
had all of the class "he was the one who wore
the boxer shorts" and I was the old maid of the
trio). He was a big boy of twenty-one, but would
never have considered hitting Pop. Which was
wise in every way because I'm sure he would have
regretted it later. Pop couldn't get around fast
and he had a large stomach, but his upper torso
and arms were well developed. He could really
put a hurt on a person, once he got his hands on
them. Pop had a very colorful and salty
vocabulary that would curl a persons hair and he
was a recovered alcoholic but he never wanted us
to swear or drink even after we were grown. He
was very strict and would not tolerate back-talk
from any of us and he would use anything within
reach, if we didn't "hop to".
Living through the Depression
Years Facts of the "Depression"
era
For
many reasons, most men seemed to drink during
Prohibition/depression. The great depression
alone was excuse enough and when you compound it
with the fact that the booze was forbidden
nectar that was enough to entice most
men.
Herbert
Hoover was our 31st President in the early days
of this Prohibition era and was blamed for the
problems caused by it. It was a period of
unemployment. Some of the men said that living
was easy, but making a living was
hard!
Some of
the phrases used to describe his administration
were: a Hoover
Hog, was a rabbit shot for food, crow
for a Hoover
Chicken. Hoover
shoes, were for shoes with holes in
them. When a person would have to place a piece
of cardboard in their shoe (it was said that
they were on their uppers) and would use wire to
wire-on the soles of their shoes, when they came
loose. Hoover blankets, for old newspapers used
as blankets by the homeless. I can recall hobos
coming into the tavern to warm themselves, with
newspapers wrapped around their arms, legs and
covering their upper body under their clothes to
help retain body heat.
It was
a very difficult period in our history and we
were fortunate that Pop was able to get
established during this time. He was a recovered
alcoholic, having quit drinking when we were
preschool. Due to D.T.'s (delirium
tremens/tremors) which had reached the final
stage. When a person experiences snakes or
spiders crawling all over their body. Pop said
that just recalling these frightening episodes
were enough to discourage him from taking the
next drink. Most alcoholics never reach this
stage. This is why Pop was able to relate and
empathize with the many drunks that he came into
contact with in his line of
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