Whine, whine whine. That’s all I do. I was feeling sad today because of the chill. Then I read about April 14, 1935, Black Sunday! A massive black cloud of dust rolled across several states, including Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas—yes, and Arkansas. The wall of blowing sand and dirt coated everything, turning day into night reducing visibility to near zero. It was the worst single storm of the Dust Bowl giving it the name, Black Sunday. It left scars—loss of crops and livestock and human fatalities from “dust pneumonia.” Black Sunday rolled across our land on the heels of the Great Depression sealing the doom of many farmers. I perked right up and Phinnie and I went for our walk. My goal is to walk over 30 minutes and I did. I saw a wild flower. It’s a ragwort. Not sure which variety, but I’m always happy to see a bird or bloom.
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Those were some tough times in the dirty thirties I am certain I would not have liked it:(
I was born in 1035 and my folks had suffered greatly. My grandma took in laundry and ironing and my grandpa, who had lost his job, mowed yards for the rich and shoveled snow in winter. My mom dropped out of school in the junior year and got a job collecting rent for a rich woman.
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