At the end of the summer of 1950, Georg and I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas. (p. 62) […]
Within weeks, however, we were able to move to the campus, to a house at 1116 Izard Street. Our house was of a type called a shotgun house, with all the rooms in a row. One entered the living room from the porch, then the bedroom, and finally the kitchen. The bathroom obviously had been added later. Like all houses in the neighbourhood, ours was made of clapboard and stood on brick blocks, so that cats and chickens could go beneath the house to protect themselves from the heat. (p. 63)
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Behind the houses on Izard Street there were back yards, and behind them outhouses, which belonged to the shacks facing Chester Street. Unlike the other faculty children, our children played with the children on Chester. There we became acquainted with a large black family. When Georg found out that the oldest boy could not go to school because he had no decent clothes and no shoes, he took him to Goodwill Industries, and for a few dollars he got everything he needed. We became good customers of Goodwill. The childrens mother was sick in bed most of the time, but their father, Mr. Zachariah, once brought us a pound of butter, which he had gotten from welfare. He said he knew that we only bought margarine. (p. 65)
Source: Wilma and Georg Iggers, Two Lives in Uncertain Times, New York: Berghahn Books, 2006, p. 62ff