Reflections: Growing Up in Jamestown, New York

Growing up in a somewhat ethnic community during the depression and its aftermath and the experience of WWII left me with lasting impressions of learning how to make ends meet, the value of family ties and an appreciation of the "simple" things in life. My story is not unique, yet provides memorable insights into growing up in a specific community during a specific time in American history. By today's standards my family was poor and yet, even though money was not plentiful, we were not deprived. Our home life balanced discipline and "freedom" to act, providing a strong moral compass. We were loved and cared for, and the strong German and Swedish influence resulted in a reserved demonstration of affection and feelings. Unspoken expectations set the standards by which we ventured into new and unfamiliar territory: "honesty"; loyalty to one's family and friends; educational growth beyond high school; "sticking up" for the rights of self and others; how to act "properly" in public; and adaptability and accommodation to new and differing circumstances. "Growing Up in Jamestown, New York" is my reflection on the years of 1940-1955. These years are meaningful and memorable for me. I hope my grandchildren and great grandchildren and grand nieces and nephews will find insights, understanding and humor in a piece of their own histories.