April 23, 2012 Leave a Comment
Sometime on the afternoon of Thursday, April 11, 1940, a man named Albert R. Eisberg knocked on the door at 491 Lexington Avenue in Mount Kisco. Eisberg had a job to do. He was an enumerator with the U.S. Census Bureau, and it was time for the constitutionally required decennial count of Americans.
A 15-year-old boy with a year of high school behind him named Frank Mauro answered the door, then answered Eisberg’s questions. Of course, this is all speculation based on what I glean from the handwritten ledger sheet I found among the Census Bureau’s recently released 1940 census records.
The records show Babe was the one who answered the enumerator’s questions, which is why I speculated that the encounter happened in the afternoon, after school. The ledger lists the five members of the family at the time: My grandfather Frank; grandmother Florence, 16-year-old Vince; 15-year-old Babe; and 13-year-old Bib, my Uncle Bob. My grandmother was very pregnant at the time; she would give birth to a daughter named Rosemarie — my mother — about six weeks later. Read more of this post