Bob Lind, Published April 18 2011
Lind: CCC not known for food
“Their father, Anton, took them to a bus and sent them to a CCC camp near Custer, S.D.,” Arda writes.
“They worked there quite a while,” she says, “but the food was so poor they just left. They walked and hitch-hiked back to the farm home.
“Their father was very angry because they had signed up to go. He told them they had to go back. They told him about the food, but he didn’t care. He took them to the bus again and sent them off.
“Maybe they went partly on the train, which people called the ‘Dinky,’ which stopped every day at Luverne.”
At any rate, Arda concludes, “the food (at the camp) did improve, as there were lots of complaints.”
That leads to the song lyrics written by Gene Lenzmeier, Moorhead, which he titles “The Song of the CCC.”
Sung to the tune “M-O-T-H-E-R spells Mother,” it goes:
“S is for the Spuds we had for breakfast.
“H is for the Ham we never saw.
“O is for the Onions that they fed us.
“V is for this Verse composed by me.
“E is for the End of my Enlistment.
“L is for the Last you’ll see of me.
“Put them all together, they spell SHOVEL; the emblem of the CCC.”
Gene says the Fargo Depot Senior Singers had a sing-along at Edgewood Vista, Fargo, recently and sang this song in honor of Vernon Huseby, Fargo, who had been a CCC member and who by sending his memories to Neighbors started this series of CCC recollections.
So here’s a salute to all you CCC guys for shoveling lots of dirt even if you didn’t like to shovel in the food.
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