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Margaret Jo Holcomb Hill Snyder
I was born as the “Roaring Twenties” fell into the “Great Depression” in a small county seat railroad town just twenty years after Oklahoma became a state. My dad was Superintendent of Schools and ...ver maisI was born as the “Roaring Twenties” fell into the “Great Depression” in a small county seat railroad town just twenty years after Oklahoma became a state. My dad was Superintendent of Schools and mother stayed at home to raise my brother and I. As the depression sucked the life out of many families we moved on up the ladder and dad became president of Northeastern Oklahoma Junior College in Miami, Oklahoma.
Those who had decent incomes could live pretty well and even though we lived in the new girls dorm instead of a President’s Mansion it was a good time for me. This time in Oklahoma history good jobs in education were political and after another four year legislative cycle we moved to Putnam City, Oklahoma, the largest consolidated school in the state, where I spent the dust bowl days and childhood. Our move to Elk City in western Oklahoma rounded out my “living across Oklahoma” experience. Here I left for college, fell in love and married. My dad said “get a Home Economics degree and you will be prepared to be a wife and mother and it will be security if that is interrupted.” It was interrupted after twenty three years when Virgil died. Joy did returned after much sorrow and I had twenty years of a career I loved and a wonderful second marriage full of fun and travel, my child rearing years were done. I was about four years behind “the Greatest Generation” and both my husbands were in its glory. My cohorts were born after the depression and came of age after World War II, we were “in between,” but I was on the cusp of the Women’s Movement and it was a great run.ver menos