My mother, Joan, grew up to be an interviewer of many people. As an oral historian, your sources are people. People of all walks and stations in life.
and Jerry Rubin.
In high school, I remember she and my dad would sometimes take me out of classes early. We’d drive into New York City so Mom could interview Pauline Newman, who survived the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire of 1911 and grew up to be a famous union organizer with the International Ladies Garment Workers’ Union. Other times we drove in so she could interview other sources for her book. While she interviewed, my dad and I saw double features of old movies from the 1930s and 1940s at art houses like the Little Carnegie Playhouse, the Thalia, or Bleeker Street Cinema. Afterwards, we’d meet my mom and eat at the now defunct Copenhagen restaurant for herring and smorgasbord or pasta at Minetta Tavern in the Village.
Monday, November 14, 1938
. . . After lunch I went to teachers’ lunchroom to ask questions for “Vox Pop”—“What’s your idea of an ideal pupil?”—teachers all male. Mr. Heaton says one who brings apples every morning. I shall remember that sometime. Mr. Trumpell asked me if I wrote the column every week—he said he got a kick out of it—especially my terse remarks, says he. (I looked up “terse” in the dictionary; it means, “elegantly and forcefully concise”—that’s me!). . . . I had to get my picture taken for Cosmopolites today. Sorta sickly smile on face of all.
 Evidently a club for those who are cosmopolitan.
This interview has unexpected — or perhaps not! — consequences!
Monday, November 21, 1938
And then today—oh, today was a lovely day. In the morning from the L, the world was real and tangible in the bright air and the sunlight. Then when I got to school (one minute on time), the boy behind me started to tell me how what Mr. Heaton said for my column brought results—You know for his “ideal pupil,” he said one who brings apples every day. Well, it seemed every one in the school took the hint, for there was Mr. H. with apples, apples, apples of all kinds on his desk—big, little, even one with a ribbon on it. Well, it proves someone reads the column, as my editor cynically said. In the middle of the class during organization paper writing, Mr. Heaton came up to me and said, “Well, I suppose you want your share of the loot.” And I said, “Oh, of course! I expect my commission.” And he grinned and said to take my pick. So at lunchtime Bobby Smith and I went up and took some big red apples while Mr. Heaton grinned (he’s so cute!) and Richard Schindler looked puzzled. As I explained, it will stop the Depression—fruit stores sell more, pupils get A’s, Mr. Heaton gets fat and I get my commission.
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!
Speaking of interviews, I’ve had the good fortune to have been interviewed by lovely people since Home Front Girl came out.
Trilla Pando’s lovely review of Home Front Girl came out a while back. But I just came across Trilla’s blog describing how she got into reading it. It’s really fun!
“[B]eing a reviewer for Story Circle Book brought me just what I needed! Home Front Girl: A Diary of Love, Literature, and Growing Up in Wartime America appeared at the front door as if on cue. I’ve been journaller about as long as I can remember. A one-year diary showed up under the Christmas tree every year with the same dependability as the doll at top of the red stocking, and continued even after the dolls went away. I made my most recent entry this morning. Part of my life. I was ready, ready for this book.
Thank you Morrisons.”
And thank you, Trilla!