TOGETHER – THE FAMILY CAN
I Know – It Happened To Me
Hazel B. Thompson, March 31, 1956
On a recent trip home to Detroit, my cousin, Arthur, presented me with a trove of photos of the Thompson’s from around 1906 until the middle 1950’s. He also gave me some of the manuscripts that Aunt Hazel had written during the time she was a graduate student at Wayne State University. One of the manuscripts stood out to me, and it is this manuscript which I present to you today. It is a long, free verse poem, chronicling the Thompson’s life together, from the earliest part of the Twentieth Century until 1956. It is titled: TOGETHER – THE FAMILY CAN. with a subtitle: I Know – It Happened To Me. I have used her poem as a structuring device that allows photographs taken of the Thompson family to have some chronology and context. After reading this poem, I understand better why the Walter Thompson’s left Manistee when they did. I know a bit more about how the depression affected Hazel and how much the Second World War affected the entire Thompson clan.
Remember, you can click on any of the photos and they will become larger. You will find “galleries” of photos on most of the pages. Although these photos are not captioned, if you click on an individual photo it will become larger. In the upper left hand of each larger photo there appears a caption.
Some of the lead photos are taken from historical collections that are now in the public domain. Most of the photos are “snapshots.” Some are damaged, and others are showing their age by becoming faded. This is a long blog with several pages. At the bottom of each page is a small section with page numbers. Select the page you want to look at and it will appear. Also, please let me know if there are any mistakes or discrepencies. This was a complicated blog to compile and took several weeks of editing to arrive at the stage that you are now experiencing. What started as a sack full of old photos now has some meaning and coherance. Please read the poem. It gives insight into Aunt Hazel’s feelings and passions. Enjoy!
NOT SO LONG AGO
A rumble of drums,
A sound like thunder,
A cannon roared, war, War, WAR.
John left in uniform today.
The twins are leaving tomorrow.
Food shortages,
Coal shortages,
A bitter winter.
Epidemics, influenza, and German measles.
Manistee, the quiet little ex-lumber town
Seethed with fear and worry.
Scrub growth and blackened stumps
Covered the once green and wooded hills,
Marking an earlier trail blazed by man.
Small businesses closed their doors.
Our town lay prostrate Numbed by the hand of fate.
A hand to mouth struggle
Seeped into each home.
Mothers and fathers, women and men,
Talked of their children’s futures,
What about them?
Industry and capital meant the BIG cities.
Opportunity no longer beaconed from the hills.
Some were young enough,
They had the courage to go.
They faced a new life,
Leaving the old one behind.
Where would they go?
What would they find?
I so enjoyed seeing all the pictures from the past. Brought back memories of seeing our extended families.
I talked with Ryan Jach recently. He said I would enjoy chatting with you. My email address is dthompson.1@icloud.com. Please drop me a line and we can exchange phone numbers.
I was just looking for some historic photos of Manistee and came across this incredible tribute to your family’s history. What a treasure. I was absolutely transported by every verse written by Hazel Thompson.
Thank you. Did you know Hazel Thompson?