The Great Depression as presented in my high school
American History class left me picturing the world in grey. I thought EVERYBODY
stood in soup lines. I thought EVERYBODY was out of work. I thought the sun
never shone.
As a child my mother had clothes and shoes unlike one of
her good friends who would arrive at school barefooted. Momma also took lessons
in piano and tap. That sounds like a luxury to me.
What did the Davis family do differently that allowed
them to be witnesses to the effects of the Depression rather than victims?
Maybe it was because they were self-starters.
My great-grandfather Walter B. Davis (1867-1934) spent
most of his adult years as a carpenter like his father. He operated a planing
mill and also built numerous houses throughout the town of Shenandoah in Page
County, Virginia.
As early as 1920 he was the owner of Davis and Sons
Groceries at the corner of Sixth Street and Pennsylvania Avenue, just across
the street from where he lived. At various times my grandfather Orvin and his
brother Millard were the “Sons” in that business, managing things while Walter
continued building houses.
My grandfather might have been an official manager or
owner, but he did not actually work there. Orvin instead had a garage where he
serviced and repaired cars. Running the store was my grandmother’s job.
I imagine that even when few were building houses, the
townspeople of Shenandoah were still patronizing the grocery store. They could
count on the Davis Store for staples like coffee, sugar, bread, peanut butter,
soap, salt, matches, oatmeal, and potatoes. They could also buy thread, oil,
chicken feed, and cigarettes.
Yet shopping for necessities was not easy for everyone.
Among the memorabilia that my family preserved for over 90 years is a small
stack of receipts paper-clipped together. The receipts came from a family who bought
on credit and paid down a little here and there with cash. Sometimes the bill
was paid by hauling goods.
The ring made from assorted diamonds left at the Davis Store |
Some people left diamond rings at the store in exchange
for goods. Sadly, the owners never came back for them. The rings were still in a
drawer of my grandmother’s dresser when she died in 1990. My mother had a new
ring made from the assorted stones.
Whenever I wear the ring, I can’t help wondering who gave
up her wedding ring to feed her family.
Amy Johnson Crow continues to challenge genealogy
bloggers and non-bloggers alike to think about our ancestors and share a story
or photo about them. The challenge is “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.”
Wendy
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That is a beautiful ring made from the stones. I too wonder who would have left their ring there and why didn't they reclaim it by maybe paying off the debt? Maybe they relocated to another place?
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Self-starters and generous folks to allow debt during a time when hard cash might have been scarce. Great blog post!
ReplyDeleteThose receipts are amazing! It's sad to think that a woman gave up her ring to feed her family but neat that the ring reminds one of their sacrifice. That would be a neat thing to show young people studying the depression in history class.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! It showed a different look at such a bleak time.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was fortunate too during the Great Depression. Her father had steady work for Phillips Petroleum in KS and they lived in company housing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing this. We live in the little house across the street that would have been next to the store. This is so cool to see the history.
ReplyDeleteMy husband's family used to own a laudrey and dry cleaners. Many tablecloths and sweaters were left unclaimed but never a diamond ring!
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