There was no TV to watch. There were no cell phones, no texting, no computers, no Internet, no video games, no Blackberries, iPhones, iPods, or iPads; no Facebook, no Blogs, no Twitter, no Tivo, and no E-books.
In fact, there was no “E”-Anything in a world with limited electricity and none at home on the farm where my father lived.
This was a black and white world where if you wanted to “social network” with someone you had to walk or ride to their location and hold a face to face conversation. Almost every form of entertainment was a local creation, highlighted by interesting “characters”, and the stories were passed along in the oral tradition of the times.
This is the place my father, Dale, grew up in the 1940’s, at the tail end of the Great Depression, in a small town, Campbell, in the Missouri Bootheel.
I found the following short stories, clearly written on the old Underwood typewriter, in a box that was given to me by his second wife, Joyce Pollock, shortly after his death in 1998. I finally found the time to start reading these carefully during the holiday season of 2010 and realized they were meant to be shared, so I embarked upon the task of learning how to edit, illustrate, and assemble an E-book.
Dale, a native of the Southeast Missouri "bootheel," was born October 8, 1938. He graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree from Southeast Missouri State University in 1961 and earned a Master of Divinity degree from Saint Paul School of Theology at Kansas City in 1967.
He served 36 years as a United Methodist minister and in the 1950's, served as pastor at the Methodist Church in Campbell, his home town. He was an award-winning journalist, writing for the “Missouri Conservationist,”, “The Circuit Rider,” and was editor of the United Methodist Reporter& Review, newspaper for eight years.
He was a founding member of the Board of Directors for ReStart, Inc., a shelter in Kansas City for homeless persons and his last work was as Spiritual Director and Certified Addictions Counselor there.
The following pages provide a glimpse into a simpler, yet difficult time, through the eyes of a child in the early 1940’s.