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Russell Baker won the 1982 Pulitzer Prize for this biography/autobiography about growing up in the backwoods of Virginia, in a New Jersey commuter town and in the Depression-shadowed urban landscape of Baltimore, all happening between the World Wars. Baker introduces us to the people that impacted his early life, and he also discusses powerful love, awkward sex and courage in the face of adversity. The Great Depression provided the backdrop against success, and to help his mother and family through it, he delivered papers and hustled subscriptions of The Saturday Evening Post, which introduced him to bullies, mentors and heroes who faced national disaster with hard work and good cheer.

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Growing Up

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Growing Up
Copyright 1982 by Russell Baker
Cover art to the electronic edition copyright 2011 by RosettaBooks, LLC

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

Electronic edition published 2011 by RosettaBooks LLC, New York.
ISBN e-Pub edition: 9780795317156

To Doris

Contents

This book was conceived as an intimate family document, a sort of extended letter to my children telling them what the world was like when I was young and they did not exist. I thought it important that they know this because, born in the gorgeously prosperous 1950s, they were likely to be spoiled by the comfort and plenty of American life. As a child of the Great Depression, I wanted them to realize that their privileged American existence might be only a brief accident of history and that disaster was always lurking just over the horizon. Failure to be aware of this reality seemed to me likely to breed a dangerous softness, and I wanted my children to be hard as I thought I had been when growing up in less prosperous times.

As this book illustrates, I was deceiving myself about that. The reader will quickly discover that Growing Up is a story about three strong women and a weak man whom they rescue from his own lack of aggressive instinct. Nevertheless, as my children aged and became adolescents, I began sermonizing on the hardships of my own childhood in the Great Depression and criticizing them for lack of grit. Their bored responses showed how tiresome I was.

Eventually it became apparent that I was in danger of becoming that pathetic sitcom character, Sappy Old Dad, and ought to change style. I was, after all, a writer, not a preacher. Instead of preaching about the old days and how hard life had been back then, I decided to try re-creating those old days with writings that might catch a teen-agers interest if not too long-winded. I produced a few personal letters recounting childhood events my fathers death, for example and containing sketches of family characters. There was an ample supply of characters, for my father was one of twelve brothers and my mother had six. Marriages brought aunts galore into the family circle, and there were cousins in battalion strength. With so many grown-ups itching to be heard, children were naturally encouraged to hold their tongues, and so I learned to listen, store up memories, and form impressions.

In middle age, looking for ways to interest the children in the past, I discovered that my head was crammed with this material collected in childhood. I began telling the children about these old-timers, stories about who had been in cahoots with the Ku Klux Klan, whose Mason jar of moonshine was hidden behind the lime barrel, how Uncle Irvey had tricked Uncle Harry into voting for Herbert Hoover in 1928, the time Uncle Jim was jailed for driving a stolen car and the police took his shoelaces to prevent him from hanging himself, and other such homespun.

In New York where I worked for the Times and had friends in the publishing world, I would occasionally entertain at wine-soaked dinners with reminiscences of my large cast of uncles, men rich in human idiosyncrasy, vice, and futility. These were good-humored stories, reminiscences of people and times that were pleasant to recall, far different from the horror we feel when reading the tales of abuse and abandonment common in todays childhood memoirs. My friend Tom Congdon, who was then an editor at E.P. Dutton, thought they might be material for a book about growing up during the Depression. Contracts were signed and, to my dismay, as well as Toms, the book simply refused to be written.

Writing a book is quite different from telling amusing anecdotes over the second bottle of Bordeaux, as I discovered during long months of desperately trying to forge all those amusing anecdotes into a coherent story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Eventually 300 pages of manuscript did emerge. It had the weight of a book, but after delivery to Tom and my agent neither one had the heart to phone and speak the truth; to wit, that my book was just an incoherent assortment of anecdotes with no beginning, middle, or end, and certainly no story. In short, not a book.

Their silence, which persisted for three weeks after they had received the manuscript, was eloquent. In a moment of cruel reality I started to read the manuscript from the top and was ready to nap by Page 30. It was a bad moment such as a writer experiences only upon discovering that two years of hard work have been utterly wasted. Saving it would require scrapping almost the entire manuscript and writing, essentially, a brand new book that told an interesting story.

Many a writer, I suppose, would have opened a vein rather than undertake such a labor, but I am a hardened veteran of an overworked newspaper rewrite desk. For a long period as a newspaperman I specialized in putting incomprehensible journalistic prose into the mother tongue. This usually involved throwing away a vast quantity of material and detecting the bare bones of the story its author was struggling to tell.

Now, studying my own monumental mess with the rewrite mans brutal eye, I immediately saw the story that was struggling to get out: Three strong women and a weak man living through hard times can they give him the strength he needs to survive?

Once the story was clear, confusion fell away and the rest of the task became obvious. Much of the material discarded from the first book could be used to enrich the basic story; much more would simply have to go. Now the rich cast of supporting characters had a vital reason for appearing. Uncle Harold brought the artistic necessity for a story teller, which I had been so shamefully slow to grasp. The tale of Oluf, destroyed by the Depression, created an ominous human illustration of the ever-present economic nightmare that threatened Lucy Elizabeth.

In all this large cast there is no one famous. This made the writing especially satisfying, for I have spent most of a long life in journalism writing about famous people, and it is good finally to feel that perhaps I may have prolonged life for a few people who deserve to be famous though almost nobody has ever heard of them. It is good to think that I have re-created one or two of them so close to living reality that they might lodge in a readers mind and seem as important to the great order of things as Barbra Streisand and Donald Trump.

There are many here who are worth remembering my grandmother Ida Rebecca who lived by the light of coal-oil lamps, saw ghosts and bore twelve children, eleven of whom were boys; my joyful Irish-Cuban Aunt Pat and that rarest of human creatures, a good man, Uncle Allen, both of whom gave us a home in the worst of times. And especially Lucy Elizabeth, my mother.

C HAPTER O NE

A T the age of eighty my mother had her last bad fall, and after that her mind wandered free through time. Some days she went to weddings and funerals that had taken place half a century earlier. On others she presided over family dinners cooked on Sunday afternoons for children who were now gray with age. Through all this she lay in bed but moved across time, traveling among the dead decades with a speed and ease beyond the gift of physical science.

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