Cecil Flowers |
C.C. Flowers shares his memories of working with the Civilian Conservation Corp. in the 1930s. "My dad always called me Doc, and he said I was going to be a doctor; and if he had lived, I would have been, but he died when I was thirteen years old. Well, that changed everything." [Pruitt: "That would have been in 1936?"] "'37, when he died. We had enough lumber sawed up to remodel the house, and we went ahead and did that. In 1940, there wasn't any money. So I was in the first year of high school and didn't even have the money to go to a basketball game. So I left and went down to Cookeville, Tennessee, three times before I weighed enough to get in the army. They sent me to Ft. McClellan, Alabama, checked up on my age, and they sent me home. I knew the lady that ran the office that signed you up for the CCCs, but I was only sixteen years old, and you was supposed to be eighteen, at least seventeen. And she signed me up." |