… The Depression went unnoticed in the South …
Oh?
We who lived there at the time found it to be most vividly noticeable —
in several very significant and unforgettable respects.
Well, then you were obviously rich to begin with …
Hot nardly.
Dad was a circuit-riding country Methodist pastor.
It was common for him to get paid — if at all —
in such things as okra, collard greens, and turnip greens.
One morning, he spent his entire "fortune" ($1.00)
to put gas in the car to canvass the members for
badly needed money for one very needy church.
At the end of the day, he'd raised exactly
$1.00 from all those "po' fo'ks."
For several years, he couldn't afford a car —
walked everywhere —
miles and miles, to preach
at several very out-lying country churches.
One very special year, we rejoiced at the news that
the Conference had raised his annual salary to
the regal sum of $750.00 —
which he never got all of.
