Mem­o­ries of a sim­pler time

The Washington Times Daily - - EDITORIAL -

What you have more of than any­thing else as you reach old age are mem­o­ries. Back in the 1930s, the De­pres­sion years, my fam­ily lived in Cot­tage City, Mary­land. No­body in the neigh­bor­hood locked their doors. My mother and fa­ther worked, and we three chil­dren were in school dur­ing the day. We had a tele­phone, a party line, so if a neigh­bor who did not have a phone needed to make a call, they were free to do so on ours.

I don’t re­call just when it was, but my fa­ther, a U.S. Park po­lice­man, once re­ceived a raise to $200 dol­lars per month. That was a big deal. At that time, my mother was earn­ing $1100 dol­lars per year work­ing in the pay­roll de­part­ment of a gov­ern­ment agency in Wash­ing­ton. We were not liv­ing lav­ishly, but we were liv­ing com­fort­ably. In the sum­mer of 1936, my fa­ther bought a 36-foot house­boat for $400. He cut off part of the cabin, added a wind­shield and con­verted it to a cabin cruiser. It was on the Ana­cos­tia River in Wash­ing­ton. We used two weeks of va­ca­tion to cruise down the Po­tomac and up the Chesapeake Bay to the South River. I was nine years old and re­mem­ber go­ing along with him.

From then un­til I went into the U.S. Army in Jan­uary, 1945, I en­joyed many week­ends, and my fa­ther’s va­ca­tions, fish­ing and swim­ming from the boat on the bay and South River. The bay was pris­tine then, with plenty of fish. I am glad they have made progress in clean­ing it up again.

GLENN V. BRAUNER An­napo­lis

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