Well, let’s see…my dad was a deputy sheriff. Well, he came up to Minnesota from Topeka to work on the railroad because St. Paul, Minneapolis was a big hub for the Great Northern Railroad. So, he became a waiter on the railroad, and then when… What happened? I don’t know.

I guess during the Depression, I think he worked for the WPA for a hot minute. Then he became a deputy sheriff and he was a deputy sheriff until he died. He must have been – I was still in grade school when he became a deputy sheriff so he must have been sheriff for a long, long time. So, my mother never did work.

But, we went to elementary school. We went to high school. I went to the University of Minnesota. I went to library school. I grew up in a big family, and it was fun as far as I knew. We never had to worry about having anyone to play with. Most of my mother’s sisters all had children. We were all catholic and we belonged two a single church. And of course, it was all black. Everyone in church was related somewhere. The black community wasn’t very big. I would be surprised if there were 500 people there. I doubt if there were 500 blacks in all of Minnesota. There were some in Duluth because Duluth is another railroad town. There was a railroad line from Duluth up through Canada.

There was one family named Schuck, just like we were, and then lived up in Brainerd. We all figured that we must be related but we could never figure out how.