JOANN ELLEN SISCO
Here I am and I came along during the great depression, and went on to live through a dozen presidents, a half a dozen depressions, two world wars, and a number of other skirmishes while the dollar melted down to about 4½ cents. A lot of memories happened during that time, and as I got older it seemed right to set them to paper.
Growing up alone a lot of the time, the pencil became my best friend, and there were never enough books. Learning to read was a great excitement, and whatever object had a printed word on it, I read it. From flour sacks to spice bottles, to the black pepper can, to the Farmer's Almanac, to the book of '101 Sermon Outlines' that belonged to my Minister father. I just as well have read them because he didn't. He preferred to make his own outlines. . . didn't need help, he said. God took care of what he should say. I believed him.
During that period, I remembered a lot of my grandmother's words and her small town life long before electricity.
These stories were set down with the background of the fictional town of River Bend, central Arkansas, where members of the town interact and share the good and the bad. Such fun it was to re-live my grandmother's memories and add a few of my own while weaving them into the fabric of the era.
Joann, like so many of her generation, was and is a voracious reader. All of that started before the internet, but the typewriter (RC Royal, manual with icky black ribbon) had been invented by that time. Transportation may not have been great, but books could take a reader anywhere at any time.
It became such fun to write about what might have happened before everything became so easily available. There were the difficulties of just existing, the wonders of personal relationships and coming up with inventive ways of ‘make do’ to overcome obstacles.