Georgia in the Great Depression

Near White Plains, Georgia.  Jack Delano, ca. 1941. Library of Congress.

Before I had an interest in photography I knew Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother. Elementary school textbooks, at least of my era, often used the copyright-free image to symbolize the hardships of the Great Depression. My great-grandmother regularly referred to “Hoover Days”. I consider my interest in vernacular architecture, which makes up the bulk of my public work, to be a direct result of my exposure to the FSA photographers. In addition to Lange, there were Walker Evans, Marion Post Wolcott, Gordon Parks, Carl Mydans, Russell Lee, Arthur Rohtstein, John Vachon, and Jack Delano.It’s amazing how many people know these photographs, whether they know their histories or not. They’re indelibly linked to the history of America in the 20th century.

I’d appreciate if any of my regular visitors to Vanishing South Georgia who’ve previously shared memories of the Great Depression would also share them on the new site. This site will also utilize historic family photos from time to time. Georgia in the Great Depression will only be updated irregularly (5-10 posts/month), but I’ll always welcome memories and stories from the era.


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4 responses to “Georgia in the Great Depression

  1. Jesse Bookhardt

    I was born just after the Great Depression was more or less over; yet, I remember stories that my parents told about the times. They both referred to the era as “Hoover Days.” Republican President Hoover may not have totally caused it, but most people gave him the blame. In our house there were two Americans who were despised, Tecumseh Sherman and Herbert Hoover. Anyway, times were hard all over the country. Hundreds of thousands were out of work and many thousands roamed the country looking for jobs and support. Whole families were destitute and homeless. John Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath” is recommended to those who have never read it, since it depicts the hardships well.
    People of those days sometimes dealt with difficulties by using humor. My daddy often told a joke that illustrated man’s ability to laugh at serious matters just to survive psychologically. During the Great Depression, it seems that there were several farmers in a South Georgia community that after working hard all week, sometimes got together on Saturdays for a little rabbit hunting. One Saturday morning one of the regular men was absent and some of the boys were concerned about what might have happened to him. One of the guys offered, “Well, guess that he won’t be coming today a-tall. Didn’t you hear?” The fellows asked, ” What are you talking about ?” “Yeah, hit happened yesteddy. He got up and was eating his breakfast and broke his arm.” The hunters acted really surprised and dismayed. One Asked, “How in the world did he do that eating breakfast?” The farmer replied: “He fell out of a persimmon tree.”
    Now to us that kind of humor is little appreciated but I never remember my dad telling that joke when others who had lived through “Hoover Days” didn’t laugh vigorously. They definitely related to the message of the joke. They often stomped their brogans on the ground and slapped their overalls with their hats, then followed with their own experiences from the Great Depression. Very few of us have been forced to forage for our breakfast in a persimmon tree like a possum, though we have recently suffered and are still, to a degree, suffering from the deepest recession since those dark difficult days.
    Those days were never far from our family. Everything was referenced to the “Depression.” My dad moved to Jeff Davis County in 1938 from Florida where he had been since about 1928. He came during the Great Depression as a tobacco barn hand who stayed up all night curing tobacco in a wood fired barn. He later grew tobacco as a share cropper. Before coming to Georgia, in Florida he did any kind of job he could to make ends meets. He spent much time fishing and selling his catch to fish markets and anyone else who would buy. In his backyard, he smoked what he couldn’t sell to preserve it for his family and for sale on another day. He and many others of the time, ate simple foods that sometimes including Cabbage Palm. For many in the South, the Depression lasted longer than it did in other sections of the country. Once Daddy told of having to go hunting quail with only a few shotgun shells. He could not find any quail and finally decided to harvest some robins. So he found a large flock on some Gallberry bushes and shot into them. He used his shells but had enough birds for the family for supper. He said that they didn’t taste like quail or dove but were mighty good. I have always thought that the Great Depression should have been called the Terrible Depression.
    Jesse Bookhardt

  2. Quincy Webb

    Ah, the Great depression, I was 4 years old after the fact, the crash happened in 29 I was born in 33,. We were farmers in Telfair County and it was not as tough on farmers as City folks we grew most all our food, not much Cash in those days, the barter system was alive and well back then, I remember A rolling store coming by about once A week and you could trade anything like chickens or pigs for staple goods like flour, sugar, salt, I know in season my Grandfather and Father would make Sugar cane syrup and they cook the cane juice down to make rock sugar, the Depression lingered for many years after the fact. Roosevelt put in place the CCC,s and the WPA so people would have A job, then along came World War Two and that changed every thing.

  3. SAnn

    Brian, do you have pictures of places and people from Lax, Ga.?

    My Mother grew up in that area and I understand my grandfather owned several farms there. Their last name was Fulford, maybe Wesley.

    I’m hoping you have a picture of their house or one of my Mother or some of her family.

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