The GI Bill Boys
Publication Year: 2012
Published by: The University of Tennessee Press
Title Page, Copyright
For those of us who follow presidential political campaigns, 2008 was a wildly exciting election year, and one without precedent. With no vice president awaiting a turn, the presidency was an open seat, and the contest for the Democratic nomination was between—what?—a woman and— what? what?—an African...
Chapter 1. Moving into the Depression
Before Jack and I met, we had lived in very different circumstances. Even the words we used for our basic biographies were different: Jack was born and bred in New York; I was born and reared in a small town in Tennessee. In addition, Jack came out of the New York Jewish middle-class tradition as the son of a fur importer; I came out of...
Chapter 2. The Jew Baby
In comparing notes on “how it was,” on how our lives had proceeded before the Depression came, Jack and I gave each other equal time, even if I had first to overcome Jack’s notion that his Biggest City stories were more significant, definitely more interesting...
Chapter 3. New York, New York, a Wonderful Town?
Will met us at the train station in Manhattan and took us immediately on the subway (!) to my grandparents’ apartment in the Bronx, where we were to stay until we found our own place. My father, however, was not eager to move out. It was the inevitable signing of a lease that bothered him; it seemed to him both an act of unwelcome bonding with New York and an act of disloyalty to...
Chapter 4. World War I Redux
It was 1932, and we had been in New York just over a year when the veterans of World War I came in great numbers to Washington, D.C., for a big event the newspapers were calling the Bonus March, and whose purpose was to petition for promised bonuses. Though it was true that the bonuses had not been promised for delivery until 1945, these men, out of work like everyone else, desperate...
Chapter 5. Roosevelt Is in, and So Are the New Deal and Fireside Chats
When, in 1932, Franklin Delano Roosevelt was chosen as the Democratic candidate for president, when at the convention he said, “I pledge you, I pledge myself, to a new deal for the American people,” my father fairly leaped into his corner. And then, with no RomanCatholics to muddy the waters, the South returned...
Chapter 6. So Long, Sidewalks of New York; Hello, Moon over Miami
From the moment we arrived in New York, my father had begun plotting an escape. After investing in the taxi repair company, he had almost immediately di-vested, and though the venture didn’t lose him any money, it didn’t make him any either. Was Will, I wondered, now going to be a chauffeur? No, he was...
Chapter 7. The New York Depression Kid
Whenever Jack talked about how it had been with him in those Depression days, he laid the groundwork by telling tales of his life before the Depression as the son of a prosperous businessman. “Until the Depression came,” he would say, in his eyes-wide-open way, “I was spoiled rotten. We all were.” I assumed that the “we...
Chapter 8. 1939 and 1940
In the summer of 1939, there was bad news and good news. If my mother— and I—had early on voiced concerns that summer business would be hard to come by, we were proven right year after year, and the year 1939 was no exception. Even the winter season had only “huffed and puffed,” as my father would say, but our summer...
Chapter 9. World War II
Jack and I learned of the Japanese attack on our naval base at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii as we were coming out of the Tallahassee picture show on the late Sunday afternoon of December 7, 1941, and saw a newsboy hawking newspapers. A hawking newsboy was an unusual sight in Tallahassee, and Jack walked over to...
Chapter 10. Reassignment
The call came on November 27, 1944, as I was padding around barefoot getting Rick’s midmorning snack. After the phone call, after I had put the phone down, ten minutes later Rick was in his grandmother Frieda’s arms, and I was driving the family Ford north out of Miami. I was in a tizzy—so tizzied that as I was driving and looked down, I saw two bare feet. It didn’t matter. The phone call was the...
Chapter 11. After the War
So now what? Good question. To avoid answering it, we in the Ft. Myers contingent settled on talking about “de-mobbing,” as the discharge from service was generally called, though for officers it was service “separation,” not “discharge.” Jack and I talked about this insistence on different terms for officers and men...
Chapter 12. The GI Bill
As I read on, if the paper in my hands had said, “Jack Suberman, this is for you and all those other guys who have been sitting on your porch,” I would not have been surprised. What it was telling Jack, what it was shouting to Jack and to those other returning veterans and to whoever else had worn a military uniform...
Chapter 13. Drinks at the Professor’s
When we got the invitation for “pre-dinner” drinks at the home of one of Jack’s professors (English 412, Nineteenth-Century English Poetry), we knew it was not going to be a “Let’s get a bottle and get drunk in a pile” party, nor its variation, the BYOB, which meant, depending on where in the state you called home...
Chapter 14. Mission Accomplished
In a ceremony at the University of North Carolina in the spring of 1955, Jack received a diploma that proclaimed he had “fulfilled the requirements” for a doctorate in philosophy. And if it seemed too cool a declaration for so hot an achievement, if the wording seemed too official for all the drama that had gone into it, it was nonetheless imparting something meaningful. It was saying that...
Publication Year: 2012
OCLC Number: 821735616
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