My grandfather remembers when the Titanic sank. They got the news via the Saturday Evening Post and/or the Chicago Ledger – weekly papers both, since they had no daily paper in Crosby, Mississippi. And no radio either.
When he was about 12 he was in 4th grade, because his family had moved around so much. He got a wagon and ordered seafood express shipped on ice from the Santa Fe Railroad Company. The seafood came collect-on-delivery, but Papa had a friend who worked for the railroad who would let him pick up the fish, drag his wagon around town, sell everything and then come back and pay for it.
Early in his teens he tired of running his own seafood business (“Worst decision I ever made”) and went to work in the planer mill. When WWII came around he decided to leave the mill and go to the shipyard in Mobile. His boss at the mill sat him down and said, “Charlie, this war won’t last forever and then you’ll be out of work and looking for a job.” To which Papa replied, “And you and some other folks will be looking for somebody to run a planer mill.” So they both laughed and off he went to Mobile.
In the late 40s he moved to Foley, Alabama. Said he liked Foley but my grandmother didn’t. When I asked him why, he grinned and said “Who can explain women?”