Meet the Boys: William Hoy Askins
I was born in Oklahoma, and educated in Texas and Colorado.
A little over 50 years ago, on Mar. 1, 1938, I joined the CCCs at Florence, CO with five others. Two of the boys were from Florence and the others from Canyon City. On the second day we were picked up at 8:00 AM at the Fremont Bus Station by truck and taken to Colorado City. We arrived at ten, and had our lunch. We waited around until 1:45 in the afternoon and then we were taken to Pueblo. We had to sleep on the floor. To top that off, we had Chili for breakfast! That was a first! We boarded a train at Pueblo for Colorado Springs. Well, the train arrived on time—but the CCC bus was late. When it arrived, we piled in and went north. After about ten miles, we found the camp at Woodland Park. After a big supper (who said the CCCs didn’t feed well!) we got our bunk assignments which we had while at the camp at Woodland Park.
Next day we were issued our CCC clothes, and taken to the Rampart Range area, where we started to plant seedling trees. We did this for 3 to 4 months, then we went to de-bugging trees by Cheesman Dam. We also were to look out for horses — which we never found. That took a lot of walking.
I was in that camp for six months. I learned many valuable things. I found out that the CCC can play an important part in a young boy’s life, as it did in mine. At that time, jobs were very hard to find, and when you did get one, it paid very little. The CCC was very valuable to me.
At least, that’s the way I remember it.
All personal accounts are from Civilian Conservation Corps: the Way We Remember It, Nolte, M. Chester (ed), 1990, unless otherwise noted.