Viola Nesfield Owen papers
by Audrey Altman
Preserving the history of poor and rural women is a mission of the Iowa Women’s Archives, but it can be challenging because these women rarely leave detailed records of their lives. That’s why we were so excited to receive the papers of Viola Nesfield Owen, donated by Gary Whitehead. The collection contains dozens of letters between his grandmother, Viola Nesfield Owen, and her family, written from 1921 to 1963.
Viola was a high-spirited woman who saw her family through many hardships, and her letters give insight into how Midwestern women dealt with family, work, and financial hardships.
Viola Nesfield was born in 1896. She grew up in Waterloo, Iowa, with her father, step-mother and two younger half-sisters. In 1921, Viola planned to marry Vern Owen. Since Vern was divorced, their engagement was somewhat scandalous for Viola’s family. Yet Viola and Vern were not to be deterred. They eloped and moved to Wisconsin. This is when the collection of letters between Viola Nesfield Owen and her family begins. The first few years of letters from the Nesfields to Viola are filled with appeals to return home and anxious parental advice.
In 1924, Viola’s father wrote: “When I am at work I lots of times get worried about you. I wish you would begin to look forward for you are sure to get some rainy days. You know life is not all sunshine. Try to save all you can.” (June 20, 1924)
But Viola did not move home. Instead, she and Vern started a family. Her children are by far the most common topic of her letters. My favorite of Viola’s letters is dated August 14, 1928. It was written from her hospital bed, shortly after she delivered her first child, Robert Harrison. In big, messy letters that practically fall off the lines of the page, she wrote, “How I wish you could see him. He is so cute and ‘fat as butter.’”
It’s hard not to admire Viola, who was sometimes called “Ha! Ha!” for her unquenchable good spirits. Her daughter, Betty, nearly died of kidney disease when she was two years old. Viola made a pact with God that if He spared Betty’s life, she would never complain about her hardships. It is evident in her letters that Viola tried hard to keep this promise, even though her family experienced dire poverty through the 1920s and 1930s.
In 1927, the Owens moved into a tar paper shack in Janesville, Wisconsin, with no electricity or running water. Yet Viola’s letter bearing the news to her family reflected no bitterness. She mused, “We ought to save money here. No place to spend it.” (October 9, 1927).
During the Depression, Viola’s husband Vern struggled to hold a job. Viola worked as a pianist, piano and accordion teacher, and as a transcriber for the WPA Braille Project. Despite Viola’s contribution to the family income, they often struggled financially, and Viola’s optimistic resolve was tested. On January 13, 1933, she wrote: “I would be so glad if Vern could make a dollar a week. Now I don’t mean to complain and I always said I never would if Betty love could only get better and the rest of us keep our good health, but if I don’t write very soon you will know Vern is still jobless… Soliders and Sailors Relief are getting me a pair of shoes today. Isn’t it awful to have to depend on somebody like that but what can you do? I was walking on the ground.”
But the next month, Viola had found something to celebrate again: “I was so extravagant I ate a whole orange all by myself. Ha! Ha!” (February 2, 1933) During the 1940s, Viola found new independence. She started working for Parker Pen in Janesville, WI, and wrote excitedly about her various administrative duties at the factory. She also divorced her husband, but continued to care for him, especially after he suffered a stroke in 1948. Viola and her family continued to write each other, and the collection of letters extends to 1963.
Audrey Altman, a graduate student in the University of Iowa School of Library and Information Science, processed the Viola Nesfield Owen papers while working in the Iowa Women’s Archives in 2011/2012.
2 thoughts on ““Life is not all sunshine””
Viola became my (step)Grandma in 1951 when my dad married her daughter, Betty. I was the oldest (4 1/2 years old) of three girls whose mother died of polio in 1950. Grandma never treated us differently than any of her biological grandchildren. We all have so many wonderful memories of this very special woman! Laughter and love followed her wherever she went. We were all so blessed to have her in our lives!
I was so, so blessed to have Grandma Owen as a Grandmother. As Diane Pett (my sister) explained in her letter. Grandma was always a “breath of fresh” air and she gave us so many good memories. Her musical talent was wonderful and it carried through to our Whitehead famiy. I could write and write forever about so many good memories of her ! As her grandchildren..we were never aware of all of the hardships that she went through. She was grateful for everyone and everything and every moment she shared with family and friends. A wonderful woman that will not be forgotten
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