<div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'>March 20, 1935: I turned 23 today. It’s been exactly 5 years since the dust bowl arrived. The <strong>soup kitchen</strong> in the only thing keeping us going. The <strong>stock markets</strong> closed. </p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'></p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><img class='img-public-diary img-LandscapeFull' src='https://cdn.traveldiariesapp.com/diaries/07f2dee5-b4d3-4faa-b3b6-f595fc895197/8dcb14ea-35d2-41a1-92d2-a552a1229d52.jpg' alt='' loading='lazy'/></div></div>

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