During the Depression Era, the Wilson family lived in the little town of Dexter, Iowa. The father, Clabe Wilson, was out of a job and worked part-time WPA jobs–roadwork, oiling the town pump, whatever was available–when he could.
The two oldest sons, Delbert and Donald, 1933 graduates of Dexter High School, had joined the Navy in 1934, leaving five children at home with their parents.
Mary Wilt, in her 70s, was a neighbor of Wilsons. She she would mosey across the highway in her slippers to visit Leora Wilson. Mrs. Wilt had been born in Germany so spoke with a brogue. She was widowed and lived with a younger bachelor brother, Pete Jensen, who had been born after the Jensen family came to Iowa.
School kids in those days had to buy their own school books. What a blessing that Delbert and Donald were able to send home a little money from the Navy to help pay for things. One time Donald sent money and wrote his folks, “Fill the boys and girls up on pork chops and mashed taters and gravy and a big glass of milk.” The five kids at home in 1935 were junior Doris, freshman twins Dale and Darlene, Danny in seventh grade, and Junior in sixth.
Students also needed to furnish materials for school projects–for home economics or manual training. Doris didn’t have money to learn embroidery, so the teacher furnished the fabric and threads. And she kept what Doris sewed.
Mrs. Wilt must have enjoyed the Wilson family, even the kids. Back in 1935, she gave Leora Wilson a hen and a dozen chicks, and also offered her setting hens when she was ready for them.
She hired Dale and Danny to pick dandelions for 25 cents apiece, which they planned to spend on baseball caps. I took it for granted that she was just trying to get rid of the dandelions in her yard, or a way for the Wilson boys to earn some money. No, she made dandelion wine with them.
Some of the Wilson kids were in the band, so Mrs. Wilt gave them her old pump organ in 1933.
Example of a pump organ. The pedals were to work the bellows inside that sucked air through metal reeds.
But in 1937, Dale had nothing to use to make something for manual training, so the old pump organ became a radio table.
Dale’s table is a treasured heirloom among Darlene’s descendants, thanks to a neighbor lady named Mrs. Wilt.