Little $$ but lots of love
By FLORENCE STRUSHENSKY

My two brothers - Bill Jr. and Jim, and I grew up during the Great Depression. Like every other family, we had very little money but both our parents came from big families, so we were showed a lot of love.
Every Saturday, we would take our wagon to the plant in Cambria City from Minersvffle to get
a big piece of ice for our icebox. We sure did hate that. But one day our parents bought a refrigerator and you couldn't find three happier kids.
Dad did what work he could find and Mom cleaned bank offices. Every day in the summer our gang would go swimming, and in the winter we would go sled riding or stay home and listen to the radio; there wasn't any TV back then.
Sometimes in the summer we would go up Benshoff Hill and pick berries, or just have a picnic. We learned back then that money doesn't come easy, but it helped us to be better people.
No one locked their doors; we didn't have to be afraid, everyone looked out for each other.
Our neighborhood was great. It was a mixture of all nationalities and everyone got along. Everyone shared with those who had less than they had.
Most of all, I remember the flood. We were all so scared that we were going to drown, but our grandparents lived in a higher level, so we went to stay with them and we were safe. Our house got flooded and all the things Mother canned went down the river. Thank God we were in a safe place.
We grew up to appreciate what we now have.
Bill now is married, has one son and lives in Blairsvilie. Jim is married, has six children and lives in Columbia, S.C.
I am also married, have four children and live in Lower Yoder Township.

Florence (Smith) Strushensky is a resident of Lower Yoder Township.






Ann (Goodman) Frick is front left in this 1925 protrait. Other members of her Goodman family are (front) mother, Ella, and sister Alberta, and (back) brothers, Cliff, Ben and Ray, and dad, William.






Times tough even before '30s
By ANNE. (GOODMAN) FRICK

From the beginning of their marriage in September 1901, William and Ella Hagins Goodman lived in Coopersdale. I am their last living sibling and relate to you the following:
Parents had a very hard time stretching their income to clothe and feed their family, even before the Depression.
Flour was bought in 25-pound bags, mothers baked their own bread, elderberry jelly was made because the berries could be picked free. There wasn't any refined shortening then; lard was used to fry and make pie crust. Dad did a lot of hunting to supplement our meat supply.
Also in those days, not many people went to the hospital to have babies. In Coopersdale, my mother, affectionately called “Goodie,” helped out when called to serve as sort of a midwife, helping with the birthing and washing of the
new baby Sometimes, the one doctor in Coopersdale, Dr. George Schramm, was called in.
At Christmas, instead of buying candy my mother made us potato candy and divinity which we were happy to get.
If you can imagine this, most of our mothers made our under garments out of yellow muslin. There wasn't money for finer garments, just for long, woolen underwear. When walking to school, we girls would try to pull them up our legs, out of sight, and just have our wool stockings showing.
Despite all this, there were pleasant, friendly times in Coopersdale, where people were willing to give a helping hand.
We were all equal.

Ann E. (Goodman) Frick, a former Coopersdale resident, now resides in Bedford.

Tuition was $10 a credit
By CLAIRE PYLE

Here are some of my reminiscences of the 1930 in Johnstown, my hometown until 1959.
The scarcity of cash:
A high school student might. have spending money of 25 to 50 cents per week. This could be augmented on Saturdays by an 8-to 10-hour clerking job at Woolworth's or Glosser Bros. Store, thereby earning $2 for the day.
Tuition at “Junior Pitt” was $10 a credit - total of $300 for the usual annual two semesters.
The presidential elections of 1932 and the FDR presidency brought about the National Youth Administration jobs for students.
Good times:
Party dresses were often hand-me-downs from employed relatives and were gratefully received.
We went to proms on foot not many autos were available.
Parental recreatlon:
In addition to the radio (Lowell Thomas every evening), the Saturday Evening Post was eagerly awaited.
When the price went from a nickel to a dime, my father
thought it excessive but continued the luxury. At 15 cents, he gave it up, but for just one week, and then continued at the going rate
In summary:
The 1930s add up to good years. There were good meals (Father in the grocery business and Mother a good cook), a comfortable home, and most important, concerned parents. And always friends and fun together.

Claire Pyle, a former Johnstown resident, now resides in Pittsburgh.

People were poor but proud
By NANCY PYLE JOHNSTON

The Great Depression hit everyone in Johnstown. Many, completely destitute, were without both shelter and food. Others, a little more fortunate, had a roof over their head, but nothing much to eat.
Those lucky ones with food on their table had not even scraps to spare. Of course, no one had money
A popular song of the day lamented, “Brother, can you spare a dime?”
However it was a time when Johnstowners helped each other survive.
I remember the day a desperate, poverty-stricken woman appeared at our back door, begging for food. My mother sadly explained that she had nothing to give away, but then thought of the container of bacon fat she had frugally saved.
The woman was so grateful for this meager offering that, despite my mother's protests, she scrubbed our kitchen floor Ashamed 'to be a beggar, she insisted on earning the bacon fat
This remembrance typifies that great American spirit which helped Johnstown survive the Depression, the St. Patrick's Day flood of 1936 and the plight of the steel plant.

Nancy Pyle Johnston, a former Johnstown resident, now resides in St. Michaels, Md.

Big band sounds
By Carl Mahan
Lester Mahan's Commanders. Lester Mahan, father of Paul, Carl and Ruth (Boes) Mahan is the trumpeter seated next to the drum. The Commanders was one of the big bands of the 1930s. To the best of my knowledge, all of the members are deceased. The band played at the Fort Stanwix Hotel on Main Street in Johnstown, Sunnehanna Country Club in Westmont, Sunset Ballroom in Gallitzin, and at the old auditorium across from the Swank Building on upper Main Street in Johnstown (pictured at left).

Carl Mahan, Johnstown

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