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My Parents Were Born in the 1920s

I like genealogy, and have traced both sides of my family back to the 1600s. One thing I've learned in the process, is that it is a miracle that any of us are born at all.
Have you ever thought about how many events must happen in just the right sequence, in just the right place, for any of us to even be here?
Just take the act of procreation. What if your mom wasn't in the mood that day? Or what if one or or both of your parents were to busy, or too tired that day?
Then there is the fertilization itself. One egg, or ovum, is assaulted by literally millions of sperm cells. All of them trying to reach the eggs first. And only one of them is capable of producing YOU.
The chance that any of us are born, is probably in the trillions to one, or more. That is why I'm very thankful that in the 1920s, my parents were born.

Being Born in the 1920s, Meant You Were a Child of the Depression

Before my brother and sister and I could be born, my parents had to survive the 30s. Although the 20s were a time of plenty in America, the 1930s, were just the opposite. For the most part, many children didn't know how poor they were, because they were surrounded by other people in the same situation.
During the 30s, my father almost died, due to a bout with rheumatic fever. He lost a brother who died at birth.
My mother lost a sister who accidentally caught her dress on fire. Times were hard. My mom told of wearing dresses made from flour sacks. The sacks had different color patterns on them, and her grandmother would make dresses out of them, for the girls. When it was time to buy flour, the girls would choose the sacks they liked.
My dad's family canned squirrels, because meat was sometimes hard to come by. They trapped animals for food, as well as for the pelts that would earn a little money.
My dad's brother got sent home from school once, because when he was running the traps (before school), a skunk sprayed him, and he smelled to bad to stay at school.
My mom told of her brothers using lard in their hair, because they couldn't afford things like Brylcreem.
Photo: my dad's family during the late 1930s.

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Ok, They Made it Through The 1930s, Now the 1940s.

If a child was born in the 1920s, and they were lucky enough to make it though the 1930s, then came the 1940s.
In the United States, we entered World War Two, when Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japanese, in December of 1941.
If you were born in the 1920s, like my parents, then you were coming of age, about the time that WWII broke out. That meant that it was time to enlist when you were old enough. My father tried to join the Army. He failed his physical. He was rejected. What if he was accepted? Would he have been killed in the war, or if not, would he and my mom even have married?
My mom wanted to do her part, and wanted to join the service. Her dad said no, and she followed his wishes. What if he would have said yes, and she went over seas. Would she have been killed? Or would she have met someone else?
Again, many things had to come out just right, for my parents to make it through the 40s, and then meet, and fall in love.
Photo: My mother (right), and her sister, late 1930s. I don't have any photos of my mother when she was small, because the photos didn't survive, when their home was destroyed in a tornado. My Grandmother died in the storm.

The 50s. All because two people fell in love.

That's when I came along. So glad my parents got together, and when I look at family picures, it reminds me of the song "two people fell in love", by Brad Paisley.
Someday, I hope my kids think about how and why they are here, and have their eyes mist up a little like mine do when I think of my parents.

Mom and Dad

Two People Fell in Love

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