MY DAD part 2

My dad grew up during the Great Depression - the stock market crashed in 1929 when he was nine-years-old.  To make things worse, that was the same year that his father died (age 53). His dad was a paver/brick layer.  He had laid cobblestones for streets and transitioned to asphalt paving in his later years.

During the Depression, his family was totally relying on the kids for money to survive.  One of the things Dad did was walk down the hill to the Ohio River banks after school and try to grab as many broken pallets as he could carry.  Goods were delivered to the city by boat and barge at that time.  The wooden pallets were discarded if they were broken.  Dad would then drag them back up the hill to Mt. Adams and sell them to store owners for firewood to help his family.

There were two Catholic parishes on Mt Adams at the time.  All the Irish belonged to Holy Cross parish and the Germans went to Immaculata.  Dad was a good student at Holy Cross School and an altar boy.
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