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“Memory
believes knowing remembers. Believes
longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”
Light
in August
- William Faulkner
MEMORY
BELIEVES…. The
Indian River
Fort Pierce, Florida, in the 1930’s and 40’s
Charles R. Croghan, Jr.
What we called the Indian River while we were growing up, we discovered in the
late 1990’s, is not a river at all, but a lagoon.
A lagoon is “a body of water that separates the mainland from a barrier
island and an ocean,” which is precisely what out river does.
In the 30’s and 40’s, the River provided a livelihood for the professional
fisherman and boaters. The
fisherman, with their nets and lines, seldom returned empty handed.
Sheepshead, snapper, pompano and river bass were in abundance.
Boaters sailed the River with local passengers and tourists.
The banks of the River were lush with mangroves, sea grapes, salt busher, sea
wort, and a multitude of tropical plants and shrubs.
The observant traveler could see an occasional alligator sunning itself
and a variety of river birds—ibus, heron, egrets, and pelicans.
The River also served the private fisherman and boater as a source of
recreation and pleasure.
In the peaceful days of the early forties, prior to the United States entry into the Second World War, the River provided the young people of the town with many sources of amusement, including sailing, fishing, and boating. Our boating on the River was done in a small yacht, Step Away, owned by the parents of one of our classmates. In their boat, we took daylight and moonlight cruises, not only on the River, but on the ocean, as well.
The moonlight cruses are the most memorable…the sky sparkled with stars, the
phosphorescent waves gleamed in the moonlight, and the quiet waters foamed as
the boats prow made its way through them. During
the day, porpoise, leaping and playing in the waters beside and before us, led
the yacht into deeps unknown. In
season, we were treated to manatees feeding in the grasses of the River as they
lumbered in the path of the boat. Food
song, and a little necking kept us busy. We
thought the world at large was like our little world. We were wrong. Already
the goose-stepping soldiers of Hitler had invaded Poland and other parts of
Europe, with still more mayhem to come. Our carefree days were over.
The winds of war were upon us, and their fury could not be stayed.
Mark Twain and William Faulkner have offered vivid,
elegant, and engrossing accounts of the Mississippi River, but no one has
characterized it so well as Oscar Hammerstein, II, who wrote, “Ole man River,
he jus’ keeps rollin’ along.” Our
River, Indian River, also “keeps rollin’ along.”
The faces of the travelers change; and even the purity of the water and
the sediment on the bottom change. But
boats still ply its waters; fishermen still fish its deeps; and, boaters still
sail its traverse. The River is
diminished by man’s manipulation of it and is enhanced by nature’s
beneficence. We are lucky to have
“the most diverse estuarine system in North America.” Over four thousand
plants and animals inhabit its waters.
MEMORY
BELIEVES…. Cracker House
Fort Pierce, Florida, in the 1930’s and 40’s
Charles R. Croghan, Jr
My Grandmother Croghan’s clapboard house, built in 1907, and lived in by her and her family until her death in 1939, faced South Fourth Street just south of the railroad crossing running east and west, and backed up to the north and south tracks behind the property. The large Florida sand-covered yard, which Grandma broom-swept every day, harbored native trees and plants, as well as exotics (hibiscus, alamanda, and crepe myrtle). Several mango trees produced the best fruit in town, which my sister and I sold in front of Grandma’s house for 104 a dozen. I’m not sure what distinguishing characteristics make a house a Cracker house.
Grandma’s house, built by Crackers at the turn of the 20th century
(my grandparents came to Fort Pierce from DeLand in 1898) and lived in by
Crackers until 1939, make such a designation not inappropriate.
MEMORY
BELIEVES…. The Depot
Fort Pierce, Florida, in the 1930’s and 40’s
Charles R. Croghan, Jr
The railroad tracks ran north and south through Fort Pierce, bisecting the town
at 2nd and 3rd Streets. The small yellow clapboard building at the foot of
Boston Avenue between South Second Street and South Depot Drive housed the
Ticket Agent’s counter, the passengers’ Waiting Rooms, (White and Colored)
and a freight office, the Railway Express, which received and dispensed freight.
In the 30s and 40s, both passenger and freight trains were beholden to
Henry Flagler’s Florida East coast Railway tracks as they moved between St.
Augustine and Key West. Freight and passenger cars, though they were smaller,
differed little from those in use today.
The passenger car locomotive pulled both Coach and Pullman cars. Named for their
inventor, George Mortimer Pullman, Pullman cars were sleeping cars, which first appeared during the Civil War in
1864. They provided seating space for passengers during the day, which at night
converted into beds. Upper berths, closed during the day, at night were pulled
out from above the seating space, made up and ready to sleep in.
A Pullman porter (always a Negro) dressed in a white jacket, black cap, black
trousers, and black shoes, arranged the sleeping accommodations. I was
six-years-old when I took my first trip in a Pullman car as I traveled to West
Virginia for my maternal grandmother's funeral. My sister and I had the
upper berth. So excited were we that we slept hardly at all.
Many years later, when I was a senior in high school, I took my
second train trip—this time with Coach accommodation and for a much
shorter distance—Fort Pierce to Miami, about 125 miles.
The year was 1943; the month, June; the occasion, a high school graduation trip.
The traditional journey by car was not possible during the war years when
gasoline was rationed, so the rite of passage had to be carried out by train.
Eight high school seniors—four young men and four young women—knew their
days together were numbered. Graduation and Grad Night on June 4th would be
their last time together. Shortly thereafter, the young men would leave to take
on their roles as soldiers, sailors, or marines in the Second World War.
MEMORY
BELIEVES…. The
Yellow Brick School
Fort Pierce, Florida, in the 1930’s and 40’s
Charles R. Croghan, Jr.
In the Wizard of Oz, Frank Baum wrote about the Yellow Brick Road; anyone who grew up in Fort Pierce in the 1930’s and 40’s could write about the Yellow Brick School.. My stay there began in Mrs. Thomas’ first grade class in the eastern most of the yellow brick buildings located on Delaware Avenue. We entered the classroom from the inner courtyard, although there were entrances to each room from the street side. Large, airy, paned windows opened onto the street, and transformed windows opened onto the courtyard. No ceiling fans or air conditioners cooled the room, and one radiator warmed it on cold winter days. Joined desks were attached to the hardwood floors and lined up in five rows of six, with ample spaces between the rows. Blackboards filled the three walls without windows. The teacher’s desk sat in the front of the classroom. In the foyer outside the room were coat boards with black hooks screwed into them and rest rooms whose doors were marked “BOYS” and “GIRLS.” An outside colonnade connected all the classrooms.
The school bell, located in the tower of the easternmost building, rang every day at 8 P.M. and 3 P.M., signaling the beginning and the end of the school day. At five minutes past eight, tardy bells rang, roll was called, and instruction began. The curriculum consisted of the 3 r’s—reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmatic. We read from graded readers, learned the Palmer method of penmanship, and studied appropriate arithmetic concepts in numbers.
We memorized the multiplication tables through twelve, learned long division and
multiplication, and, of course, how to add and subtract.
We memorized poems, read aloud a lot, and learned the meanings of words
and how to spell them by memorizing lists.
We were given very few rules for spelling, through we did learn the
“i-e” rule:
i
before e except after c,
or when
sounded as a
as in neighbor
and weigh.
Art and
music, history and geography completed the curriculum.
Something called Health, (personal hygiene, nutrition, and physical
exercise) was also taught. During
Recess, we played games appropriate to our age group and did calisthenics.
At noontime, we ate together at long tables with benches in the
Lunchroom. “Bought” lunches
(five for a dollar) consisted of hot soup, a meat sandwich (fish, bologna,
spiced ham) on white or whole wheat bread, milk (sometimes chocolate), and fruit
in season. “Brought” lunches
included peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a piece of fruit, and several
cookies or a piece of cake, and a bought beverage.
Those who lived close enough to the school went home for lunch. By three o’clock, school was out, and crowds of children
ran joyously home to complete their homework and house chores and then go out to
play.
Of course no Negroes attended the Delaware Avenue School; their school was
Lincoln Park Academy in Colored Town. When
we were kids, we knew the colored in one way only.
They were servants: maids, nannies, cooks, and washerwomen; butlers,
chauffeurs, yardmen, and field hands. We
sometimes played with the children of
The Class of ’43 was a wartime class. From
December 1941, until our graduation in June 1943, all monies allotted us by the
school and which we earned from class-sponsored dances and bake sales were spent
to purchase war bonds or in some way contribute to the war effort.
We volunteered to serve as airplane spotters and pooled our gas
resources. We saved our sugar
coupons and returned them to the government, which we hoped, used the sugar
saved for the men and women in the Armed Forces.
College for most male graduates was delayed in favor of enlistment in the
Armed Services or employment in defense plants making goods for the war effort.
All efforts on
the part of the authorities to “clean up” the rest rooms proved futile.
Perhaps it was a good thing. For
some of us, the information gotten there was our only source of enlightenment
about sex. So, in retrospect, we may say that the Yellow Brick School
provided us with partial solutions to the two great mysteries of life: knowledge
of human arts and sciences and knowledge of our sexuality.
Fort
Pierce High School Alumni
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