My Dad grew up on a farm in northwestern Minnesota. He only went through 8th grade, which wasn't unusual back then. When you were part of a farm family back in the 1930s, every hand was needed to make it run. Farming was a labor-intensive job back then, with many farms, including my Grandfather's, still using horses for some of the work right alongside machinery.
|Dad's discharge papers from the CCCs.|
Dad worked in Company 718, stationed near Big Fork, Minnesota, which is in the north central part of the state, not far from the 'arrowhead' region. His company was part of a group that worked in the Pine Island State Forest.
Dad's time with the CCCs were cut short, when he was notified to report for medical examination, the precursor to induction into the military. It was then only a matter of time before he was called up for training, active duty, and sent overseas to fight. But that, that is another story...
|Call to Duty|