In May of 1935, Franklin Roosevelt signed Executive Order 7034 establishing the Works Projects Administration. The WPA replaced the Federal Emergency Relief Agency. You see, they didn’t have any cut-and-dried answers, they were in new territory and kept trying things until they got it right. The WPA only existed for eight years, but over the course of its life it employed a total of 8,500,000 people.
Republicans called it a bastion for waste and pork barrel projects, lampooning the acronym of WPA as “We Poke Along.” Their answer was to let the market work. Those eight and a half million people didn’t need jobs; all they really needed was self-reliance and faith that tomorrow would be a better day.
At its height, the WPA employed 3,400,000 workers who worked a maximum of 30 hours per week. The goal was to put enough money in the workers’ pockets to keep a roof over their heads and feed themselves. Thirty hours made room for more workers and also time for those employed workers to look for private employment. No more than one person per family were allowed to participate in the WPA.
In those eight years the WPA built over 651,000 miles of streets, roads and highways. They built or repaired 124,031 bridges; they built, modernized or repaired 125,031 public buildings. They built 851 airport landing fields and 8,192 public parks and playgrounds. The Federal Writer’s Project created pamphlets and guidebooks and organized state archives. The Federal Arts Project employed artists to create murals, sculptures and canvases to decorate schools and public buildings.
In the cities the WPA organized summer day camps to keep children occupied and to give them a hopeful diversion complete with a hot meal served at lunch. Symphony orchestras and traveling stock companies toured the country to bring music and theater to the masses who had little in the way of diversions. We Poke Along indeed.
Night school classes taught welding, radio repair, auto mechanics, aviation mechanics, construction techniques and management techniques. Music & art lessons were available. Training in tailoring and as nurse’s aides was available, unless you were attending one of the dances sponsored by the WPA. The WPA was about more than just reviving the economy, it was about reviving a people’s spirits, as well.
From the homeless to those living in Hoovervilles and hobo jungles, it must have seemed as if Jesus himself had cracked open the sky to rescue them. If you’re unfamiliar with the term Hooverville, it is a hole dug into the ground where the dirt is piled around the edges, then scrap wood is put over the top and covered with more dirt. It was a hole in the ground used to keep you from freezing to death when your faith and self-reliance had worn thin.
For unmarried men between the ages of 18 to 26 there was the CCC, Civilian Conservation Corps. The men were paid a dollar a day and a mandatory $25.00 dollar allotment was sent home each month. Enlistment tours were six months and reenlistment was allowed. One of the first problems was that most of the unemployed were in the East and the bulk of the work was in the West. Roosevelt’s tree army, as they were called, planted 3 billion trees and accounted for half of all reforestations in the United States, public and private, in the nation’s history.
The rules were relaxed to allow veterans to serve in the corps; many large cities reported drops in crime of more than 50 percent and credited it to the creation of the corps. But more than just planting trees, it got unemployed teenagers and young men out of the house which allowed for strained food budgets to go a little farther. Camps were set up in all of the states and eventually reached a total of 500,000 men. Like the WPA, vocational education was a part of the program. The CCC taught 40,000 men to read and write; 90 percent participated in some aspect of vocational education.
Classes included: blacksmithing, bulldozer operation, carpentry, woodworking, cooking, vocational guidance, use of powder, road construction, tractor operation and photography. Academic classes included: English composition, spelling, business arithmetic, trigonometry, Latin, Spanish, and citizenship. Universities offered correspondence courses to the enlistees in auto mechanics, forestry, journalism, and bookkeeping.
The camps competed with each other in athletics and built recreation centers and vied for bragging rights on most-days-worked. Camp Fremont in Wyoming worked every day throughout the winter of 1935. They ran telephone and power lines; they built the ranger stations and the docks on Fremont lake. So good was the record of the CCC that prospective employers looked at them as workers who knew what was expected of them and weren’t afraid of a day’s work or of a challenge.
The corps built 97,000 miles of fire roads and 3,470 fire towers. They built parks and campgrounds complete with picnic shelters, swimming pools, fireplaces and public restrooms. In conjunction with the soil conservation service they reclaimed 84,000,000 acres of arable farmland. The corps fought forest fires, floods and hurricanes, even blizzards in Utah, all while planting 3 billion trees, helping to end the dust bowl.
The men returned home a little older and much wiser, with stories to tell and with a new confidence and skills. More than just planting trees, it grounded the men with a new vision of the world, a world where they felt self-assured and confident in their abilities. A kid from Chicago climbed the Rocky Mountains or a kid from New York had built roads in Virginia or parks in Alabama.
The CCC changed the way the United States treated its forests and farmlands. The dust bowl had taught us how fragile these ecosystems can be. They ushered in an era of stewardship because those 3 billion trees planted weren’t new forests, they were planted to replace the 3 billion cut down by the free market and never replaced. Soil conservation was a new idea that has never been forgotten and is the watchword in modern farming worldwide.
It is truly amazing all that was accomplished in a decade, a decade where putting the well-being of the people first was job one. They changed America and gave a new birth to this nation. From utter hopelessness and devastation to a modern America, open to try new ideas and new ways. Given hope and skills and an opportunity, they went on to become what today we casually call the middle class. Even more than that we call them the “Greatest Generation,” but lest we forget how they earned that sobriquet, they had help.
The match lit was small but the fire was big, it was opportunity which saved that America generation. An administration lifting the people up and shaking the dust off of their clothes, giving them tools saying, “Now show us what you can do.” Today in America we face a similar crisis, and the answer just seems so simple.




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The PTB would have us remember the “Greatest Generation” with a rifle in their hands, rather than the shovel.
That is the way they get us to conflate patriotism with the violent imposition of emperial will abroad as opposed to peaceful edification at home.
Wow – what an awesome article, Dave!
Highly rec’d.
Those were very difficult days. I remember the time when a “hobo”, as they were called then, would get off a train and come to your back door and ask for food. I lived in a small town and I don’t think anyone refused to feed them. We may see those days again or something similar.
Highly rcc’d . . . serious diary . . . a must read.
Twain @3, those days ARE here . . . look at the ranks of pan handlers on every intersection across the country.
They sleep in the bushes next to buildings, often ya can’t see them even if ya walk by. They are there, everywhere, collecting cans, plastics, anything to salvage out at the recycle center in the gas station on the corners of our streets.
30 million unemloyed, long term about 20 million, under employed add to those numbers . . . I’m guessing based on employment stats that DON’T count everyone, only those signed up and receiving checks . . . easy 30 million nation wide, likely more if one could count the homeless.
Just visit a local shelter, or food kitchen . . . count them up over a few days . . . add them to the list of unemployed.
Hard times are already here, but too many ignore it. They’re afraid of it, of it coming home to them, losing a job, losing a home, bankruptcy for med bills, on and on, the ranks are swelling.
It’s unsustainable.
Nice history lesson. Recc’d. Too bad none of our so-called leaders will even consider learning from it.
Where did Barack Obama come from, and I don’t mean “geographically”; it’s like he popped out of another dimension. Something like the CC camps, or the WPA would have been the first things that the first ever African American President would do.
He seems determined to prove that he’s not African American. Bush Republicans in high places in his administration, plus his admiration for Ronald Reagan confirm this. Not once have I heard the man mention FDR.
The first ever African American President practicing “trickle down economics”; I don’t get it?
But here is the challenge to our democracy: In this nation I see tens of millions of its citizens—a substantial part of its whole population—who at this very moment are denied the greater part of what the very lowest standards of today call the necessities of life. 23
I see millions of families trying to live on incomes so meager that the pall of family disaster hangs over them day by day. 24
I see millions whose daily lives in city and on farm continue under conditions labeled indecent by a so-called polite society half a century ago. 25
I see millions denied education, recreation, and the opportunity to better their lot and the lot of their children. 26
I see millions lacking the means to buy the products of farm and factory and by their poverty denying work and productiveness to many other millions. 27
I see one-third of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished. 28
It is not in despair that I paint you that picture. I paint it for you in hope—because the Nation, seeing and understanding the injustice in it, proposes to paint it out. We are determined to make every American citizen the subject of his country’s interest and concern; and we will never regard any faithful law-abiding group within our borders as superfluous. The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.- Franklin Delano Roosevelt
http://www.bartleby.com/124/pres50.html
The owners/government were fearful of the people. The New Deal mitigated the anger, and an even greater movement to the left. Perhaps FDR gets more credit than he deserves regardless of saving the day.
We live in a new Gilded Age, saddled with a lobbyist government. If it had brains, it would take them out, and shoot them with Hellfire missiles.
“We live in a new Gilded Age, saddled with a lobbyist government. If it had brains, it would take them out, and shoot them with Hellfire missiles.” On the nose, we need to write a new Declaration of Independence and we need to write it in the blood of bankers and Wall Street. We need Che’s wall.
+++++ Five Stars. Recommended.
I walked in Land Park this morning and in the lovely “rock garden” was the 1939 WPA stamp in concrete. Enduring reminder of what is possible – at least, when the threat of communism loomed over the failing nation. Today, unbridaled capitalism has a comfy place in both political parties.