Stories tagged "1956-1960": 15
Stories
Vietnam
"The Vietnam War was very different. When my brother, Wayne, was drafted, I became a war protester, joining student sit ins and running from the police who tried to break up our demonstrations. Wayne served two years in Thailand as a medic. I met my…
Retirement
“Well, it brings back good memories. It brings back some bad ones. But — whatever I know is over — and I don’t have to live them again.”“I guess I should [feel proud]. I went into a country that was against us and I made it. And I hope that I…
A Culinary Career
“I went to vocational school, and I learn about the culinary art and the restaurant business, and, you know, I liked it, so that’s what I did. I became a chef, and I worked in Rotterdam.. I worked in Switzerland for a year. I worked in Great Britain…
Holiday Memories
“I can remember Christmas presents. And I probably was 5 or 6 years old. My sister [Carolyn Wallace]. And see [my father] sitting in his recliner. My mother [Mary Wallace] would fix breakfast. And just the four of us sharing Christmas together is…
The Temple Bombing
“Atlanta has prided itself in being a beacon of tolerance and racial and religious decency in the South. This shocks and amazes us. We cannot help but feel this is the work of an out-of-town gang operating southwide. The full resources of the police…
The Corrupt County Unit System
“Atlanta - Since, I, along with others, have spoken out against the county unit system, it is but natural for its defenders to fire back. As usual they rely on prejudice and hate because they have no logic on their side... Why must Georgia always…
Marriage and Family
“He came down from Massachusetts. He was transferred to Georgia and he had two children who at that time were seven and nine and they were a girl and a boy. Girl, seven. Boy, nine. He had full custody of them, and he had to find a place for them to…
Settling in Marietta
"We lived there for a year and then moved up here. My husband got a job with Lockheed. He was a flight line mechanic. [Marietta was beautiful.] It was quiet. No traffic hardly. The Big Chicken was there, and it was a Chick, Chuck, and Shake…
Buttermilk Bottom Neighborhood
"Buttermilk Bottom was a, a ghetto area. So, totally, you know, a black area. Dilapidated buildings. I remember one day--my dad was telling me that this young kid came into the store and tried to steal some food. My dad stopped him and asked…
Mother's Immigration
"[She decided to immigrate] about three years [after she and my father met]. In 1957, she came to stay and seek employment here, and then they were married in ’59.
She did not [become a citizen], and she was very proud of that fact. She had…