Stories

I first met FDR, the acronym, probably in 1936 when I was 12. I remember a short conversation with my mom. She was a legal secretary and mother of four. Helluva gal, barely five feet tall. It seems I was asking about how come we had a house to live ...

I was born Sept. 24th, 1940 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. My father was either working for the WPA at the time or soon thereafter. My mother never tired of telling the story of how the WPA made an error and gave her two baby layettes for me instead of one. They ...

I grew up in the 1930s in the Rockridge district in Oakland. Construction of the New Tunnel Road began sometime early in this period just over the hill from our house with WPA workers using wheel barrows and shovels. They worked in this fashion for a year or two until ...

We've reviewed Gray Brechin's beautifully written short essay published in the S.F. Chronicle on 12/27/05. We lived through the Roosevelt era, and we consider ourselves to be his socio-cultural & political heirs. We thank you for your contribution from the bottom of our hearts. ...

My dad worked for the CCC. It was the first money the family had in years. The CCC saved our family. Without that work, I would not be here today. God bless FDR! God bless the republic! Unlike the disciples of Hoover who have abused the Presidency, FDR knew that ...

I was one of two hundred or so kids who were given an opportunity to trade New York City for rural Idaho. In 1940, right after I turned 17, my father forced me to sign on with the CCC and I wound up on a troop train from New York ...