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My Mother’s Voice
I see Joan’s diaries as her oral history from the late 1930s and early 1940s. Her interviewing career started when she was a teenager.
Once she starts at sophisticated U-High (connected to the University of Chicago), interviewing is not exactly what she expected.
Wednesday, November 9, 1938
I got to school early this morning. . . . I planted myself in front hall and pounced on everyone who came in saying, “Describe your ideal U-High girl” . . . One of them wanted a “glamorous blonde with a slinky walk.” Hmmmm.
I think my mom found that boy quite amusing!
She became an well-respected oral historian with two books. She was the co-author of American Mosaic: The Immigrant Experience in the Words of Those Who Lived It (1980), recognized as a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. Dramatic readings from the book have been performed on Ellis Island, at the Mark Taper Forum in Los Angeles, and in an “In Performance at the White House” program broadcast nationally on PBS. Her second book, From Camelot to Kent State: The Sixties Experience in the Words of Those Who Lived It (1987), became the basis for a popular course on the 1960’s at the New School for Social Research in New York City.
One of her most famous interviews was with Pauline Newman, the labor activist who lost many fellow workers in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in 1911.
She worked with Frances Perkins, who later become Franklin Roosevelt’s secretary of labor, to improve conditions for laborers. She ultimately took the role of educational director for the International Ladies’ Garment Workers’ Union Health Center, knew Eleanor Roosevelt, and consulted with the U.S. Public Health Service.
One family joke is that my mom interviewed Pauline Newman twenty times in NYC, when in reality it must have only been twice. Why this overblown reckoning?
My children chastise me that I never went to high school. That isn’t true. What is true is that during my high school years, Joan had to go to New York periodically to interview various people, not just Pauline Newman. We lived in Morristown, NJ, about one hour from New York. So my dad and mom and I would drive in about 1:00 in the afternoon to “the city.” While my mom conducted her interviews, Daddy and I would indulge in our favorite: double features of old movies at various movie houses in Manhattan.
Then we’d meet Mom for dinner (the Copehagen, anyone?) and drive home.
But to get to New York in time for the cinema and interviews, I had to miss school. My parents would shamelessly write letters excusing me from school to see the “dentist.” I must have gone to the “dentist” more than anyone else at Morristown High School in the mid-1970s. I’m not sure the administrators caught on. And I did fine in school despite my dental “woes” (aka cinematic delights). Surely only one or two of my illicit trips to NYC with my parents involved the notorious Pauline Newman interview!
Recently, I found Pauline Newman’s voice. Imagine how shocked I was to find…my mother’s voice too. My dead mother suddenly speaking there. It was so eerie–and beautiful. Here is Joan’s interview with Pauline, made in the late 1970s.
Mom’s interview with Pauline Newman, Joan’ s voice.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Still no news so had a good old weep
Joan’s English “twin” Norah learns the ship her beau is in has been in a sea fight. Much anxiety–but also humor!
When Jim’s letters fail to arrive at the end of April 1941, Norah’s disappointment soon spirals into high anxiety. She hears on the wireless that his ship, HMS Elgin, has been under fire from enemy aircraft. She seems not to know at this point in time that there were no casualties among the crew. All she has at her disposal is the information that some of his shipmates have brought down a Heinkel and her imagination of the horrors involved.
Norah will have heard on the news about ships around Britain that had been bombed, damaged, blown up or sunk. In that week in April alone, one ship in a convoy near Cromer went down, as did an anti-aircraft vessel off the Tyne. HMS Raleigh took a direct hit at Portsmouth, leaving 42 dead and 13 injured. A minesweeper off Millford Haven was ‘mined and sunk with all hands lost’.
‘All hands lost’:…
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Arise, the workers of all nations! — Voices from the Past on International Workers’ Day
Today is International Workers’ Day. I always celebrate it, even though it isn’t a big holiday in the United States. I wish it were.
Joan’s father was a socialist. The son of a farmer and an immigrant from Sweden, Werner Wehlen came to Canada and then the United States to make a better life from himself.
He didn’t want to remain beholden to the lord who owned the land his father worked on. “I remember my grandfather, and even my father, having to [work for a feudal baron] every year on the private domain where the lord of our land lived.” 
Werner certainly exposed Joan to his socialist leanings which were especially pronounced during the hard times of the Depression. One Saturday, he took her to Bughouse Square. 
Tuesday, June 7, 1938, Age 15
. . . Sunday night Daddy and I went to Bughouse Square. Not many talkers there and those not as good as they could have been. One of them was talking anti-everything and while he talked, I saw Venus shining over his shoulder. They say she is blue, but that night she was quite golden. And the man talked, sharply silhouetted against the street lamp, standing on his soapbox, the crowd like some dark elemental mass crowded below him and the great golden orb of Venus over his shoulder. The church spire in the East pierced the sky like a black rapier and the Newberry Library was a gloomy disapproving bulb in the night. It was a picture to take with you, unreal with the insects buzzing in the light and the trees moving like shadows in the warm night. Rain fell for a minute like a canvas over an unreal picture. Grant that I may know more unreal nights like that, when one can half-close one’s eyes and seem not to exist at all save as a watcher. Home and the sky was purple.
Joan even jokes about being mistaken for a radical.
Monday, April 19, 1937, Age 14
Mr. Lucas thinks I’m a communist. Today in Study, you see, Ruth and I were—well—you know—doing Latin together. Which isn’t approved of. Then Alice asked me what onomatopoeia is and, while I was explaining, Mr. L. came over and said, “Can’t you work by yourself?” to me. “Are you helping these girls or are they helping you?” And I said, “Well, it’s sort of community work, you see.” And he said, “Well, you know we can’t have a lot of little communities in study hall.” And I said, thinking of Latin, “No, but why not one big community.” I guess he must have thought I was a communist then, ’cause he looked sort of frightened and said we’d better work alone. And I said, “Uh-huh.” And that was that. Once before he made me (and Ruth) stand in the corner for community work—me the socialist! And I had my red sweater on, too!
Maybe Mr. Lucas thought she was going to break out into singing the “Internationale,” the unofficial hymn of workers the world over.
The lyrics are:
Arise, the workers of all nations!
Arise, oppressed of the earth!
For justice thunders condemnation:
A better world’s in birth!
No more tradition’s chains shall bind us,
Arise, you slaves, no more in thrall!
The earth will rise on new foundations:
We, who were nothing, shall be all!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
Unites the human race!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
Unites the human race!
Here is Arturo Toscanini conducting a banned version of the “Internationale.”
Joan later enacted her socialist beliefs by becoming an oral historian who records the voices of real, everyday people. I’ll write about that more on Mother’s Day this year.
The tradition of oral history lives on. My son, John, had a project in school involving oral history. They had to read, edit, and perform an interview undertaken by Studs Terkel, the great oral historian. He was a trailblazer in the field and a great inspiration to Joan in her work.
John chose to perform the story of Florence Reese, an old, tough-talking grandma.
She was also a trailblazer for workers’ rights.
She was an amazing woman whose family of miners suffered from the cruelties inflicted by the mining companies and the U.S. government in the 1930s. But she is famous for having written a song, “Which Side are you on?”, that became a rallying cry for oppressed workers everywhere. Here it is sung by Pete Seeger.
And here is Florence herself singing the song.
We should all reflect on this in the wake of the financial crisis of 2008 and great economic disparity that exists today.
 Joan Morrison and Charlotte Fox Zabusky. American Mosaic: The Immigrant Experience in the Words of Those Who Lived It. Pittsburgh: U of Pittsburgh Press, 1980/1993, 3.
 A nickname for Washington Square Park. Anyone could speak to crowds there, generally on soap boxes.