Friday, May 1, 2015

Prairie Girls



Grace

My name is Grace. My father lost his job at the bank in the small town where we live. America is in a depression, and many banks are closing. When Daddy worked at the bank he could do all the jobs, from sweeping the floor to locking and unlocking the vault where the money was kept. I plan to help Daddy find another job, one that is even better than his job at the bank. Momma says I am an optimist because I always look for good in any situation. 

 


Helping One Another
                                              by Collette

People living in our area of the state did not experience the horrible dust storms of the other regions. It was possible to grow gardens and even crops here. What communities endured was different, but people all shared a special quality found throughout the country: compassion for those struggling with day-to-day trials of surviving without much. Churches all over the country opened their doors to provide food for hungry people in the community or the many transients on their way to find a better place to live.

My dad’s neighbors shared food. If a cow or hog was butchered, everyone turned out to help and shared in the bounty of meat. Women continued to can vegetables and fruit. My dad doesn’t like pears to this day because of how many he had to eat from the tree in the yard. (He also wasn’t fond of Jell-O because it was inexpensive, and a new food Grandma fixed too often.) He doesn’t remember being hungry, unlike so many other people in other areas of the country.

When money became scarce for families, they bartered for food or services. Doctors might be paid with a chicken or eggs. If a woman’s husband left to look for work, a box of groceries might appear on her doorstep to help feed her family until he returned. Clothing could be found for those passing through who needed something for winter. Families and neighbors took care of each other and shared the burdens.

That is the really positive thing from the Great Depression: people caring for other people. What a shame we don’t see more of that today. They remain a proud generation who did what was right because it was the right thing to do.  

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