Rainbows in My Pocket: The Life and Times of a Former Kid in Small Town America
By Zed Merrill
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A few years later, he opened his own ad agency in Portland, which was short-lived when he was offered a dream job as advertising and marketing director for the Elmers Restaurant chain headquartered in Portland. Twelve years later, he retired after the chain was sold and devoted his efforts in writing and producing more than a dozen national award-winning documentaries pertaining to little-known or purposely forgotten stories from WWII.
Meanwhile, he has published two books titled Tales from WWII You Probably Never Heard Before and Invisible Are the Brave.
For more information about the author visit his website zedmerrill.com.
Zed Merrill
Zed Merrill was born in 1926 and raised in a small town in Oregon, enlisted in the Navy during WWII, married his high school sweetheart, and came home after the war to settle in Portland to enjoy successful careers in advertising , commercial art, television commercial and program production before retiring to concentrate on writing and producing more than a dozen national award-winning documentaries pertaining to little known events of the war. He has also written two other books about the war and one about his life as a kid growing up in a small town during the 1930's. Now in his nineties, and having lost his wife several years back, Zed is enjoying the upbeat company of his five adult children , and has no intention of leaning back and spending the rest of his days rocking on a porch swing . There's a couple more film projects he's working on and another book he's wanting to get started.
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Rainbows in My Pocket - Zed Merrill
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CONTENTS
Prologue
Introduction
Chapter 1 The Big Apple
Chapter 2 Our Town
Chapter 3 Seventh Street
Chapter 4 The Cally
Chapter 5 The Big Shoot- Out
Chapter 6 No-Mans-Land
Chapter 7 Coming of Age
Chapter 8 The Move to Another Planet
Chapter 9 The Animal Kingdom
Chapter 10 Hogtown
Chapter 11 The Road Back
Acknowledgments
To the
unforgettable people
who made up
the colors
in my rainbow
*
PROLOGUE
There were good times and there were bad times for some of those people I grew up with in Albany, Oregon. I’m thankful I wasn’t touched by the bad times. Some of my friends were, but I never heard any of them complain. In fact, I never knew about the hardships a couple of them were going through until nearly seventy years later. Also, I didn’t learn until many years after his death how my father quietly helped some of those families.
But I was touched by the friendship of these people and the good times we had together. All are gone now, except for two of us at this writing. And because of those friends, and some wonderful parents who guided me somehow miraculously unbruised throughout those innocent years, I can truthfully say, as I look back over my shoulder, I was blessed to have had rainbows in my pocket.
Zed Merrill
INTRODUCTION
G rowing up as a kid during those times in a small town like Albany, Oregon, is an experience that might be difficult to describe to today’s generation. But I’m willing to give it a try.
Those of you who know what it was like, whether you were from Maine, Illinois, or California, I’m sure you’re going to see yourself somewhere in one of these stories. Maybe going deep for one of those back lot passes, racing a pal to kick the can in the middle of a street, or swinging from a ring for a swan dive into a lazy river.
We were never known as a gang.
I guess you could call us the West Enders
and there were two age-level groups. The older guys, about five of them, were somewhere around fifteen years old; and the younger group of about seven, that included me, with ages that ranged from eleven to about fourteen.
And then there was the main guy who interacted with both groups. His name was Bob Pengra, and I always considered him the boss, the go-to guy, and probably the oldest by at least four years. I remember my dad telling me many years later that the parents felt Bob could always be trusted to look out for the younger ones. And he was.
By the way, from here on, I’ll refer to the guys as the guys
and individually by their last names. That’s what you do back then. None of that kiddy first name stuff.
Also, I’ll be calling my dad Pop because that’s what he went by around the house. The nicknames he gave us kids were Snooky for my brother Frank, Snifter for sister Julia, and Nimble (short for nimble nip) for me.
And I think I should also mention that some of the names on the following pages have been changed for obvious reasons. I’m sure you will become keenly aware of these places when a particular event occurs.
CHAPTER 1
THE BIG APPLE The great train rides, brother Frank’s Indian Reservation, the scary lookalikes from upstairs, and membership into the West Enders.
I was born during the Roaring Twenties, evolved into a kid riding my bike and playing street ball during the thirties, and then a teenager who hit the ground running at the beginning of the forties.
But before we get started, I want to mention that my first recollection of anything was not about growing up in the small town of Albany, Oregon. Yes, I was born there in 1926, and I do remember a couple of things, like riding a kiddy car and sticking a spoon in our dog’s rear end, but it was being on a big train going somewhere when my memory kicked in. That somewhere would be the complete opposite of Albany. Like New York City, no less.
We arrived there in 1931 and it’s where we lived for the next two years. Pop got a job that had something to do with the Keystone Utilities because of the depression and that his office was on Wall Street. When I say we, I mean my mom and Pop, my brother Frank, who was about eleven, and me somewhere around four. This didn’t include my nine-year-old sister Julia who insisted on staying back in Albany awhile with Aunt Mary to take care of our dog Scotty. How she got away with that I’ll never know.
I need to add here this was not a permanent move. Pop was somehow granted a leave-of-absence from his position with Mountain States Power Company to do what he was hired away to do. I can’t believe it would take two years.
We lived in a tall apartment building up in Mt. Vernon, north of the Bronx. I remember it had a lot of trees around it and a fenced-off play area for kids that was supervised by a couple of white-uniformed women that I guess were babysitters but looked more like prison guards to me. Like I said, I was only four when we arrived there, but I can remember vividly today the layout of the rooms, even a couple of the pictures on the wall.
We were only there a couple of months when my grandma, Pop’s mom, passed away back in Albany. Now listen to this: Pop was given the time off, took a train all the way back to Albany, packed Julia for the return trip, and stopped off in Wisconsin to bury Grandma. Pop and Julia then continued east by train to New York. My sister doesn’t recall how long this adventure took, only that she had a a compartment of her own and was a favorite of the porters.
Living in the penthouse of our apartment were twin girls whose parents were becoming world famous entertainers.
I remember playing often with them in the outdoor play area, and I’ll never forget what they looked like. I had never seen twins before, especially up close, and these two were as homely as they get. Even at four I could see that. Obviously, their last names won’t be mentioned here, especially when you read following:
Julia also became friends with them and since they were more near her age, they often played together. Julia remembers after several weeks had passed when there was a knock on our door and she happened to answer it. Standing there were the twins, side by side, and one of them got right to the point.
Our mother says we can’t play with you anymore because you’re an Indian.
With that said, they turned and walked down the hallway and took the elevator up to their penthouse.
It didn’t take much of an investigation on my mom’s part to uncover what brought this all about. My brother Frank had been telling some