The Migration of an American Family
Searching through archives of your local newspaper, you’ll find several intimate stories that tell the story of American history. This is one such story…..
The year was 1951. It was post-WWII, Harry Truman was President and Americans were immersed in the Cold War.
Like many Americans throughout history, Harold Bassett had moved his family west to California in hopes of a better life. Unable to find stable work in an unfamiliar place, Mr. Bassett decided to move his family back east to be closer to the family. So, in July 1951, The Bassett family left their home in Torrence, California for New England. Armed with $90 cash Mom, Dad, 3 children and the family dog, piled in a dilapidated 1938 Ford.
The family soon realized July may not have been the best month to cross the southwest when the radiator kept plugging and the intense heat burned out the bearings. Mr. Bassett fitted pieces of a paper bag over the bearing inserts and traveled another 200 miles without any trouble with the bearings. He also, continually put paint thinner in the radiator to keep it clear.
Adding to their troubles, somewhere in the first few days of their journey, the Bassetts obtained ‘dirty’ gas. The carburetor and pipeline had to be cleaned no less than 14 times. During one stop the kids found an old five-gallon gas can. Mr. Bassett used this to prime the carburetor after each cleaning.
While crossing mountains during a storm, a landslide just missed their vehicle and slammed into two vehicles traveling behind them. After crossing the Rockies, Mr. Bassett found a mechanic to repair the worn and damaged wheels. The mechanic suggested that Mr. Bassett had “more courage than brains” if he planned to continue.
Sleeping all but 1 night in the car to conserve money; the Bassetts were down to their final $3.00 before exiting Texas. Family back east attempted to wire Mr. Bassett money, but the telegram was sent to the wrong city.
After spending their last $1.00, the Bassett’s began selling tools for gas, oil, and food. By the time they reached Columbus, Ohio, the family had drained their last penny and sold off the last of their tools. Mr. & Mrs. Bassett unsuccessfully attempted to sell their wrist watches. Each potential buyer assumed they were stolen.
The family was able to continue their journey with the aid of a Minister, who gave them food and raised donations for gas and oil.
Did the Bassett’s arrive safely? Well, the fact that I’m here today writing this blog answers that question. The girl on the left, leaning on that old Ford is my mother. Against apparent odds, my grandfather delivered a 10-year old version of my mom to New England where she met my father at age 14. They celebrated their 62 anniversary in 2023.
