Autobiography of Mary E. Wilson – 1930

Mary E. Wilson

Mary E. Wilson

1930

 At this point in time, Mary seems to be very happy. We’ll find out next Sunday if it lasts for quite a while or is just a fleeting moment.

I took an extended course in nursing so that kept me busy four nights a week. Dr Sprague commended me on my efforts and advised me to go into training. I loved nursing but realized that this course would be the only chance I would have in my nursing career. My mother still dominated my life.

We did so much moving, or “flitting”, as the English people called it. When my father worked, we moved into a nice flat. When he lost his job we moved into a cheaper one. It seems as though, at that time, we were “flitted” on an average of twice a year. One flat on Asylum Street had no direct electricity because we used gas mantles. It seemed as though in all those years, I had never had my own room. I always slept on a couch in the living room.

At this time, I was not feeling well so my mother insisted I go to a doctor and he said I was run down and anemic, and insisted I drink two glasses of port wine a day. It is amazing that I did not become a ”wino”. I do remember I had to hide the bottle so my father would not find it.

I had become acquainted with a group of girls and we started our own club. We called it the “Stitch and Chatter Club”. We did very little stitching but we really did have a good time with each other and we remained close for a lot of years. None of us at this time had boyfriends, so we attended dances together, joined the Y.W.C.A., attended dance class and gymnastics.

I realized that this was the happiest time of my life..a a carefree, nice part of my life. Celso, Ruth, Irene, Myrtle, Alberta and I were friends even during our married lives, when we were all raising children.

Jim now had a steady job in a garage as a mechanic and Arthur was a lace weaver.

When I was 18, I started dating, but I was very wary of boys. I think I was shy and insecure and a little nervous of American boys.

My mother seemed to dominate the whole family. All events such as Christmas, Easter and birthdays were planned by my mother. The whole clan was always at our house for any event at all.

This week we’ll be checking in on Dan and Ced in Alaska as well as Lad in Venezuela. We’ll find out what’s happening in Trumbull in the fall of 1940.

If you’re enjoying these stories, why not share them with a friend or two. They might appreciate it.

Judy Hardy

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14 thoughts on “Autobiography of Mary E. Wilson – 1930

  1. Mrs. P says:

    Interesting notes about the port wine jello. I too, have never heard of it. Though I do recall my mother using port medicinally.

  2. Mustang.Koji says:

    What a wonderful letter… Very eloquent and genuine. :-). Her comments about her mother, though, are perhaps a bit misguided? I have never really planned for a birthday party, Christmas, etc. I learned to let the wife do it. 🙂

    Would you know what happened to the “Stitch and Chatter Club” members?

  3. gpcox says:

    Wasn’t it great when entire families were able to get together for the holidays? Now, everyone is scattered around the country and in their own worlds. Even Christmas cards have gone by the wayside and replaced by e-cards.

    • jaggh53163 says:

      gpcox – The tradition of gathering for Christmas Dinner continued in the Trumbull house right up until the year Grandpa passed away in 1964.There may have been 30 people for dinner !!
      Today, we continue to gather for coffee and dessert on Christmas night and I love that tradition. We usually have 4 generations gathered.

  4. Gallivanta says:

    Now there’s a remedy….port wine!

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