Saturday, February 2, 2013

Dad, The New Deal and the Civilian Conservation Corp.



When I started on the scrapbook, I remembered a stack of postcards Mom had given me years before.  They were tucked away in a box with other special treasures, some old comic books that belonged to my brothers, among other things.  Surprisingly, I found them without too much searching.  I started digging for information, reading between the lines, trying to put a timeline together in my head.  More than anything, I just wanted to know Ernest and Harriet.  Who they were to others, to their best friends, to family... all the parts of them I never knew.  We really know so little about our parents.  Most of us mistakenly think we are all the life they ever had.  That couldn't be further from the truth.  It's just that when we are young, our parents are our entire life.  Something like that.

In that stack of postcards I found another telegraph.  I knew about the one Dad sent Mom telling her to come to Midland, TX, but this one in the middle of all of the postcards was from Mom to Dad telling him she missed a bus connection on her way to Texas to meet him.  Sixty-eight years later, I feel like I can hear her crying.

As usual, I am rambling off the subject.  In that stack of postcards were some to and from dad while he was in Pullman, Washington and Lewiston, Idaho, postmarked 1938.  Dad was twenty years old then.  I couldn't figure out why on earth Dad would be out West!  He didn't go into the military until 1942, after he and Mom were married.  What in the heck was the CCC?  The more I look for answers to one question, the more questions I found!  It was so exciting to have my parents life unfold before my eyes!!!

Google has been my best friend for awhile now, and Google didn't let me down this time either.  A couple of clicks brought up all kinds of information on the Civilian Conservation Corp (CCC).  I spent so much time, probably months, researching exactly where Dad was and for how long.  What kind of work he did, trying to find actual articles of what his troop accomplished when he was with them.  I was confused for awhile, because the pictures in his old photo album had 1936 as the year, but I think it was just a typo.  I haven't been able to find any proof that Dad was in the CCC except for 6 months in 1938.  Finally, I had answer to why there were pictures of the Oregon countryside.  Dad worked for the Soil Conservation Service.  He planted trees to help stop the erosion on the hill sides.  The pictures that looked like they were taken at military barracks,  were actually the barracks at the CCC camp Dad was stationed at.  Unfortunately, from what I was able to learn from my research, the camps Dad was at are no longer there.  I wish there was a place I could go and visit, and see what he saw.  I will make a trip out there someday.
Picture was marked Oregon 1936, in Dad's album.

Picture was marked Oregon 1936, in Dad's album.


When I mentioned the postcards to Ernie, he began to tell me that Dad was in the Civilian Conservation Corp, and what little he could remember.  I never knew!!!  I don't understand why Mom and Dad didn't talk about it.  I suppose Dad didn't realize he was living history at the time.  It was just part of his life.  Craig says he remembers dad telling him he helped pave the Oregon Trail.  I can't find any evidence to that, but that doesn't mean it's not true.  There are so many stories I wish I had heard, and so many I heard that I wish I could remember!!!  Dad may have said something when I asked about the pictures, but I wouldn't have understood what he was talking about.  I'm sure I was very young.  I was only eighteen when he passed away.

I remember Mom telling me that Grandma and Grandpa were upset when Dad married her, because he helped to support them financially up until then.  I remember her talking about dad working a long way off at one point and sending them most of the money.  That was how the CCC was set up.  The young men made $30.00 a month, $25.00 of which was sent home to their parents.  Dad's CCC days were before he and Mom met.  More detail is in the second blog post, called "Let's Get Started" in the Introduction to the scrapbook.

Another interesting find was that Dad used Gordon's (his brother) social security number when he joined.  When I initially sent for Dad's CCC records, the archives told me they had no record of an Ernest C. Ely with the social security number I sent.  Obviously, I had overwhelming evidence that he there.  I started to wonder if he might have used Uncle Brud's information.  I found Uncle Brud's social security number through Ancestry.com, and sure enough, that is what happened.  Dad used his name, but his brother's social.  I now have Dad's papers from the CCC. 

Below are a couple of the postcards. I love the message in the second one that mentions seeing all of the Indians.  That must have been cool.
The message on this card is the one about that mentions the Indians.

This goes with the 1st one, Mt. Rainier.


Below are a couple of pictures of boxing matches that took place at Dads CCC camp.  I found some articles online telling of boxing championships in Pullman, Washington, in 1936, but none dated 1938.  The pictures are from Dad's album.
Boxing Championships, Pullman, Washington, CCC Camp

Pullman, Washington CCC Camp 1938

More CCC Postcards
The top postcard is to Dad (nick named Fagan) from his best friend Bill Bolin.  The bottom one was written to Dad by Aunt Marg and Uncle Brud... dad's brother, Gordon.

Next are some pictures of the CCC Camps.  You can see Dad enjoyed hunting while he was there... and he worked out!  All these young men put in a lot of hard work!


Dad and three of his CCC buddies.  Dad is third from the left.


Some newspaper articles I found about the camps Dad was at.
 Dad was in Company 554 with the Soil Conservation Service (SCS), but not at the time this article was written that I know of.  The company replaced 2914, which was disbanded. There were several camps that were relatively close to one another. Genesee was one of them.  They are all mentioned in one of the above articles.
I'd say Dad did some boxing while in the CCC


Saturday, January 5, 2013

Ernest ~ Some Family History

Ernest Charles Ely - Late teens or early twenties



Ernest Charles Ely 

I'm not really sure where to begin about my dad.  When I began working on the scrapbook, I realized how much I didn't know about him.  I wish I had known him better.  I wish he could have stayed around longer.

I have always believed that Dad's last 15 years were a gift.  He almost died of a bleeding ulcer when I was three.  He wasn't expected to make it through the night that first night.  I remember Dad was very sick, and I have vague memories of Mom crying and being upset.  I have one memory that is very clear for me having been so young.  I was too young to see Dad in his hospital room, so when he had recovered to the point where he could come and see me, I remember he came into the waiting room or lobby in a wheel chair, and I remember being so excited and I yelled, "Daddy!" and ran all the way across the room to him and jumped up on his lap.  I'm pretty sure dad was in no shape to be jumped on!  Mom rushed over and got me settled down.  I think I was allowed to stay on Dad's lap for a little while.  I also remember Aunt Murt and Aunt Lucy being there, and having lunch with them and Mom while at the hospital.

I feel quite positive that many fervent prayers were said in regards to sparing Dad's life.  Not only were my parents always very much in love, they had a family to finish raising together; two teenage boys, and a three year old little girl who needed her daddy.  Mom needed Dad.  I don't know what she would have done.  We all have to deal with life as it happens to us, but in this case I think God intervened and allowed Dad to stick around for 15 more years, just long enough to get me raised and through high school.  Then the good Lord took him home.  I realized the other day that I am the same age Mom was when Dad passed on.  Mom never dated anyone after Dad.  He was her one and only.

The pictures above are some that were in Dad's photo album.  For so many years I wondered who that pretty little girl was.  I remember asking Mom and she didn't seem to know.  As it turns out, it is my Grandma Ely, Sadie Frances Collins.  When I took the pictures from the photo album, which had been glued on, I was able to make out the writing on the back.  Grandma was writing to someone and had signed her name, Sadie.  I knew her as Grandma Williams because she remarried a few years after Grandpa died to a man by the name of Fred Williams.  I never got to meet my Grandpa Ely.  He died Christmas Day in 1957, and I was born in April of 1959.  I always really missed not having a Grandpa.

The young man in the middle of the page is Gordon Randall Ely, my grandpa, at the age of 16.  Yes, his dog was named Blue Dick.  To the right is a picture of my dad in 1926.  He was eight.  He is the one sitting down on the far right.  His older brother, Gordon, is standing up in the back.  The other two little ones must be neighbors or friends.  The names on the picture are Bob and Dorthy Taner.  The picture in the top left is of Ernest and Gordon.  I think Dad was around three, Gordon, or Uncle Brud as I knew him, was seven.  I don't remember what year Uncle Brud was born.  I don't have access to my Family Tree on Ancestry.com at the moment to be able to verify any dates.  If you have an account, the name of the tree is Michele Ely Family Tree.  I have the Ely's traced back to the 1600's.
Gordon Randall Ely and Sadie Frances Collins Ely - I still have the angel that is on the Christmas Tree!!!


Ernest (Dad), Gordon (Grandpa), Gordon (Uncle Brud), Mary (Aunt Mary), Sadie (Grandma)

                 Gordon (Back), Dorthy and Bob Taner, Ernest - 1926
Ernest and Gordon Ely - 1920

Sadie Frances Collins


Gordon (Brud), Sadie, Gordon, Mary 
Well, this is a start.  I just wanted to get started again.  I haven't added to the blog in months and I do want to get through the entire scrapbook, and so much more.  I want to record all I have learned, as well as stories I remember growing up.

Next time I will write about Dad's Civilian Conservation Corp days... as well as some other random memories I am sure.  If anyone in the family has information to add, please let me know.  I love finding out new things about our family history.