Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A Day in the Great Depression
Life is getting harder and harder as each day goes by. Slowly we are running out of more money. Since I am of age my mother likes that I wake up early every morning and go into town to see if there is anything my brothers and I can do. We do not have much food, we do have more then others, and at times we will often find hungry people at our door asking us to share our fortune. We welcome them into our home because my mother always says that if we were in that situation we would want people to do the same for us. When my mother is done cooking with the coal she will rummage through to see if there is any pieces that did not get severely burnt. If they are not severely burnt she will use them again the next time she cooks. I go to bed every night hungry as well as many other people I know. Before I go to bed I always ask for change and each day I waiting up to see if my prayers were answered, and usually they are not, so I continue to go through to motions of each day and ask again at night.
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