Dust Bowl Journal
Life is horrible. The dust has gotten so bad, my family and I spend our days with wet rags wrapped over our mouths, unsuccessfully trying to get the dust out of our house. It is in the air, on the floor, in our hair, our food, and piled up against our house. It’s been almost three years since the dust started and my father still refuses to become one of those migrant workers. The only good thing that has happened is that my father never believed in banks, so the bank holidays do not affect us, and bank runs are unnecessary.
Goodnight.
image 1: Dust Storm, 1930s. [Photograph]. Retrieved from Encyclopædia Britannica ImageQuest.
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February 23, 1933
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Life is horrible. The dust has gotten so bad, my family and I spend our days with wet rags wrapped over our mouths, unsuccessfully trying to get the dust out of our house. It is in the air, on the floor, in our hair, our food, and piled up against our house. It’s been almost three years since the dust started and my father still refuses to become one of those migrant workers. The only good thing that has happened is that my father never believed in banks, so the bank holidays do not affect us, and bank runs are unnecessary.
Goodnight.
image 1: Dust Storm, 1930s. [Photograph]. Retrieved from Encyclopædia Britannica ImageQuest.
Image 2: Plough on a deserted farm, Cimarron County, Oklahoma, 1936 . [Fine Art]. Retrieved from Encyclopædia Britannica ImageQuest.
Image 3: Dust Bowl, 1930s. [Photograph]. Retrieved from Encyclopædia Britannica ImageQuest.
