True Stories of the Great Depression

Sunday the dust wasn’t so bad. Dad and I drove cattle to the big pasture. Then I churned butter and baked ham, bread, and cookies for the men, as no telling when mama will be back. May 30, 1934, Wednesday. Ethel got along fine, so mama left her at the hospital and came to Jamestown by train Friday. Dad took us both home. The mess was incredible! ................
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