Heading NorthAt the start of 1929, Grady Voil Webb was 41 and entering what ought to have been what financial analysts would call his prime earning years. He was a successful contractor in a bustling city, as well as an official with the local Bricklayers Union (where his brother-in-law was president). He had built his own home and business, had four children and, by all accounts, owned a pretty nice car. His wife, Annie, had reason to feel proud.
Then came the stock market crash and the Great Depression. Within a year, the life of Voil, Annie, and their children changed dramatically.
The first big shift occurred when Voil decided to seek work in Washington. There was so little construction going on in Atlanta that it made sense to go to a city that, because of the federal government, wasn't ever going to go out of business.
According to Voil's son Robert Webb, Voil came up to D.C. when he heard that a headquarters for the Commerce Department was being built. His brother-in-law and sometime business partner G. Leonard Tarrant was from Washington, and Voil knew an executive on the project named Dick Martin, whom he had befriended at an earlier time when Martin needed a job. This time the shoe was on the other foot, and Martin put Voil to work, probably as a bricklayer.
Robert continued: "In 1930, Grandma Webb (Voil's wife Annie) brought up all the kids in a red Buick sedan. He didn't expect them. They stayed until [Robert's sister, Margarette Wah Ni Tahe Webb] was born." That was on Sept. 28, 1930.
How Wah Ni Tahe (or just 'Nita, as she was known in the family) got her name isn't exactly clear. One joke was that her brother Richard named her after having driven up 14th Street in Washington--at that time an entertainment hotspot--and saw a marquee for an exotic dancer with that name. Wa Ni Tahe also might have represented a bow to Annie Stephens' (as-yet unproven) Indian heritage. Family records haven't turned up any other Webbs or Stephens with the names Margarette or Wah Ni Tahe.
After the birth, it appears that Annie and the kids then returned to Georgia. There, according to Robert, his mother had given away so many family possessions that the family decided to move into the home of "Aunt Meg." That's probably Maggie Stephens, the second-oldest sibling of Annie's family. By this time, Maggie had married a tailor named Robert Stuart (sp?) and lived about two blocks from the state Capitol. Those children who were of school age began attending classes in Georgia that fall of 1930. Maggie helped keep them clothed by taking scraps from her husband's shop and creating clothes. At Robert's funeral, a story was told about how a teacher tossed young Robert out of elementary school one day because he showed up in knickers made of some fancy material when other children were struggling to afford denim. Likewise, Robert's brother Leonard recalled wearing playclothes made of sateen.
Meanwhile, Voil had a cousin who helped him find work in New York. When that project ended, Voil returned to Washington and drove a taxicab.
Annie and the children spent the summer of 1931 in commerce at the home of Martha Lucinda Wills Webb. ("Grandma was a sweet old lady," Robert recalled.) The family stayed in Commerce that fall and didn't return to Atlanta until it was early winter, Robert says. Then, around April 1932, the children and Annie moved to D.C. for good.
Thin MortarVoil never achieved the business success in Washington that he enjoyed in Atlanta before the Crash. One could dare say that he spent the rest of his life a broken man. The family lived in a series of rented hoses during the 1930s and early 1940s, most of them in a working-class area of northeast Washington close to the H Street business corridor. Voil's children have told stories about how their father rarely got fulltime work, and that the family stayed afloat in part because eldest son Richard by then was old enough to contribute economically. There also are stories that Annie never forgave her husband for slipping into poverty, and so she strove to show there wasn't a Depression at her household. "Granny would give away the food on the table to make it appear as if she were a big deal," Robert said. She also was said to have regularly rifled money from Richard's pants pockets while he was asleep.
This existance continued for at least a decade. One popular tale recounts how Robert was getting ready to graduate from Eastern High School but lacked the suit that graduating boys would wear in that era. Eventually he got his diploma wearing a suit borrowed from the family bookie.
(Note: When I first heard this story, I asked my father Leonard: "How could we have had a family bookie? We were Baptists! Leonard replied that the games were extremely minor, such as betting a few pennies on the last three digits that the Washington Post would declare in the next day's paper as its latest circulation. I have since learned that in those days before credit cards and overdraft allowances, bookies were a common source of small, short-term loans. Thus, a bookie was no doubt a good person to know.)
The family rarely went back to Georgia. Dr. Charles Owen, a nephew of Voil and son of Blondine Webb, says Voil came to visit Blondine just one time that Charles could recall. When he did, he repaid the hospitality by bricking up a back wall of Blondine's house.
"He was a small fellow and had a Webb look--a double chin," Owen said. "I've never seen a dumb Webb. They're all smart."
Washington Goes to WarWashington snapped to attention following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Dec. 7, 1941. The war effort ended the Depression, and most of the Webb children found work--particularly Richard, who remained a mainstay of the family despite having lost his sight in one eye. Annie also took up work during the war years, running a cash register at the Hamilton Hotel at 16th and K Streets NW in Washington. Son Dan worked there as a bellman, as did a young woman named Teresa Lusby.
Voil found himself at the age of 53 competing with much younger men for rough, heavily manual labor jobs. He continued to work sporadically from job to job.
The Webbs' war service varied markedly. Richard stayed stateside. Robert served in the U.S. Army Air Force as a B-17 bomber pilot stationed in North Africa and Italy. He flew 51 combat missions. There are stories that the "Flying Fortress" he piloted was the only one in a particular mission to return to base, while on another mission he was the only person in the B-17 to come back alive. For his service, he was awarded three Distinguished Flying Crosses and a Medal of Valor.
Dan enlisted but was discharged just over a month later. That short stay proved crucial to him in later years, for it qualified him for extensive medical care at a Veterans Administration hospital near the end of his life as well as for burial in a military cemetery. Leonard left high school prior to graduation, entered the Coast Guard Academy, but washed out. He joined the merchant marines. While officially a civilian, his jobs mainly involved carrying goods for the war effort to faraway places; it was the kind of service that led to many, many casualties, particularly when German U-boats attacked ships in the north Atlanta. Leonard sailed as far as India. He was well past retirement before the government recognized this service and the federal government began making merchant marines eligible for veterans' benefits.