Ethel and Her Sisters |
My grandmother, Ethel, was the youngest of nine children. With an older brother and seven older sisters,
she never lacked for attention. She admitted
that she was indulged by her sisters, who would bring home toys for her and sew
and crochet clothes for her dolls. Her
favorite toy was a wicker doll buggy.
Ethel with her Wicker Doll Buggy |
In the summers, the family traveled to visit her father’s
relatives on their Door County farm. There,
she got to do things that she couldn’t do in the city like riding a horse and picking berries in the
woods.
Door County |
Ethel with Mother |
She spoke of her childhood as a happy time. There were lots of children to play with in
the neighborhood. She took piano lessons
and went to school in Englewood, and to Sunday mass at the local Catholic
Church.
School Picture |
First Communion |
But children grew up quickly in those days. As soon as they finished school, Ethel and
her sisters and brother went to work.
The sisters held a variety of jobs:
milliner, dressmaker, Dictaphone operator, forelady in a factory,and a
stenographer in a florist’s shop. Peter,
the family’s only son, was a salesman in a department store and then later a
draftsman.
While in school, Ethel had studied typing and Pittman shorthand, and by 1930, she was eighteen years old and already working
as a typist for Commercial Clearing House, a company that printed law reports.
In a letter, she reminisced about an exciting adventure she
had getting home from work one day:
“I remember one really big snowstorm we had when I was at
work in an office in downtown Chicago.
It had been snowing all day, and we worked until 5 o’clock when I
boarded a streetcar for home. It was
about a 45-minute ride to our house but about half way home, the streetcar
stopped and couldn’t go any further. The
ice and snow was in the tracks and the streetcars were lined up for
blocks. This was a bad part of the city
to be left stranded in because there was nothing but factories around.
Everyone in the streetcar just sat and waited, thinking we
would get going, but it got so cold they started to get off and walk, so that’s
what I did, not knowing how far I’d get in that blowing snow and freezing cold,
but I was lucky. We hadn’t walked very
far when a truck came long and the driver asked another girl and I if we wanted
a ride, and we gladly accepted. My
mother always told me not to accept rides from strangers, but this was an
emergency, and I wanted to get home that night.
He didn’t take us very far, but left us off at a drug store where we
could at least phone our parents.
By this time, it was about 10 p.m., and my mother was
worried sick. When she heard my voice,
she said, “Thank God, you’re all right!”
My brother was married and lived next door with his family, and he had a
car with chains on the tires, so my mother said, “Wait right there, and Pete
will come and get you.” When he pulled
up to that drug store, I was never as happy to see anyone as I was to see
him. It was about 11 p.m. when we get
home that night, and home never looked so good.
What should have been a 45 minute ride, turned out to be a six-hour
ordeal.”
While working in the typing pool at Commercial Clearing House, which she always called CCH, she was introduced to a young linotype operator, (a linotype machine set type for the printing process). His name was Chet, and from the first, she thought he was incredibly handsome. They began dating, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Ethel & Chester |