A recent CNJ article about living in the Depression brought back memories of my grandfather, Karl D. Williams.
He was a metallurgical engineer and division director with the Navy Department in Washington who began his 38-year government career in 1911.
By the mid-1920s he was well known for his work with various alloys used in shipbuilding and was constantly asked to work for private industry at a much higher salary. He socialized, fished and hunted with heads of large corporations but decided to stick with the Navy.
In 1929, he watched his friends lose their jobs, move their children from Ivy League universities to state colleges, sell their homes, watch their stock value fall to practically nothing and resign from private clubs.
During the Depression, my grandfather maintained his home, sent my mother to George Washington University, and traveled when he wanted.
My father and I both had long careers in the federal government and recommend it highly as stable, recession-proof employment with lots of opportunity for advancement and nice people to work with.
You don’t get rich but you do get a retirement income. It is something to think about as you look around you nowadays.
My grandfather grew up on a farm in Ohio. He was far from rich and realized at an early age that stability was a most important facet of life.