I interviewed my great grandmother for this blogging challenge. She is 86 years old and lived through WWII and the Great Depression. This story is being told from my great grandmother’s point of view. Please enjoy and I hope you learn something about my family.

My name is Charlotte Jean Bauer Jones. I was born in Los Angeles, California in 1925 on May 19. My mother was a housewife who didn’t drive and my father was a tile setter and he worked in a paint manufacturing company as well. My childhood was dull. We didn’t go anywhere unless we walked. I didn’t have many good friends in my neighborhood. There weren’t a lot of girls my age.For birthday parties, my parents asked my sister Barbara and I if we wanted a party or a present. We couldn’t have both. We had 5 dollars that we could spend for a birthday party. That had to cover everything including the food, decorations and other items. There had to be a theme to the party. These were my mothers rules. We’d give out written invitations. I had pretty fun parties. My sister, Barbara, was 3 years younger than I was. We didn’t really play together as she was a whiner and I couldn’t stand it. We weren’t interested in the same things.

During the Great Depression, we had enough food so my family didn’t starve. However, sometimes toward the end of the week we had just tomato soup for dinner. I wasn’t allowed to walk around the neighborhood because it was unsafe. I could go on the sidewalk but that was the only place I could go. I liked rollerskating, but not with those special shoes, there were attachments and you clamped them onto your shoes. I got married in 1943 to MacDonald Hoyle Jones and my son Ken was born in 1947 and I adopted 2 girls named Rosemary and Gina from Mexico in 1970. I went to the California State University at Los Angeles. I also went to USC for my masters degree. I then became a librarian

During WWII I didn’t fear so much although we had rationing, but we were afraid for all the men overseas. There weren’t many young men on the street. If they were young and male and on the street there was something wrong with them. We called them 4F. Which meant that they weren’t fit enough to join the army. If you had flat feet, you weren’t able to be a foot solider. One of my cousins died in the war. I was very sad. He died on the very last years of the war.  I was especially sad because he was an only child. He was in the Air Force. The thing that I am most proud of as an adult is my career as a librarian, The other thing I’m proud of but isn’t something I did, is having a loving family. I personally would like the blog to know that I love to travel and I’m happy I still can.