My mother's birth mother lived near a CCC project. I think I have narrowed down who her birth father probably was but have been a little confused on how they crossed paths but I'm now wondering if that had something to do with it and if I have a new angle to research.
Fascinating saga, Mike. Props for solid sleuthing after something jangled.
My brief clicking shows that things have changed at 50 Winthrop Ave. since Lt. Parsons' day. The 1930 home, with refinished hardwood floors and a stylishly modern kitchen, sold for $451,500 nine summers ago and has an estimated market value of $827,200 at Zillow.
Love this story. My dad (army tech) was in the South Pacific during WWII as well -- he probably built the landing strip Parsons used, or maybe tuned up the Jeep that drove him from the landing strip to where he bunked. Logistics and organization isn't respected enough in stories of war...but without food & clothing (and in those days, cigarettes!) and with confusing orders, a war is quickly lost.
I am a retired boomer. My father was part of the CCC in NE Mississippi. He and my mother were very poor and at the time had 3 young children. He built roads, bridges and later because of his work became a skilled tradesman, a millwright.
Sort of on the topic. My father in law met his bride when he was stationed at Anacostia Naval Station in DC. He was a Navy photographer, she was a "Government Girl" and both were walking with friends through Arlington Cemetery on balmy evening. A photo survived that the FiL took of the girls, all in lovely summer frocks with ribbons in their hair, off for an evening of fun in the big city. And now they had sailors to go with them! She was from a tiny farm town in western MN, he was from McKeesport PA, steel mill town then. Both joined the war effort to find a new life. Five kids, a long loving marriage, both now buried in Arlington Cemetery as close to the spot in the photo that the AC staff could find.
Interesting story. Look forward to seeing more.
My mother's birth mother lived near a CCC project. I think I have narrowed down who her birth father probably was but have been a little confused on how they crossed paths but I'm now wondering if that had something to do with it and if I have a new angle to research.
Fascinating saga, Mike. Props for solid sleuthing after something jangled.
My brief clicking shows that things have changed at 50 Winthrop Ave. since Lt. Parsons' day. The 1930 home, with refinished hardwood floors and a stylishly modern kitchen, sold for $451,500 nine summers ago and has an estimated market value of $827,200 at Zillow.
Love this story. My dad (army tech) was in the South Pacific during WWII as well -- he probably built the landing strip Parsons used, or maybe tuned up the Jeep that drove him from the landing strip to where he bunked. Logistics and organization isn't respected enough in stories of war...but without food & clothing (and in those days, cigarettes!) and with confusing orders, a war is quickly lost.
Love this Mike. Would love to see you have a Patreon account.
What a great story! I am from Beverly, so anticipated this installment . I think our family may have peripherally known this family.
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Love it! 😀
Been waiting for this one. Looking forward to the rest of the story coming together. This is good stuff.
I am a retired boomer. My father was part of the CCC in NE Mississippi. He and my mother were very poor and at the time had 3 young children. He built roads, bridges and later because of his work became a skilled tradesman, a millwright.
You are such a masterful storyteller! I am now deeply invested in the story of Lt. Parsons and Marjorie Bates…
Sort of on the topic. My father in law met his bride when he was stationed at Anacostia Naval Station in DC. He was a Navy photographer, she was a "Government Girl" and both were walking with friends through Arlington Cemetery on balmy evening. A photo survived that the FiL took of the girls, all in lovely summer frocks with ribbons in their hair, off for an evening of fun in the big city. And now they had sailors to go with them! She was from a tiny farm town in western MN, he was from McKeesport PA, steel mill town then. Both joined the war effort to find a new life. Five kids, a long loving marriage, both now buried in Arlington Cemetery as close to the spot in the photo that the AC staff could find.
What a good story, and so well written.