Even though I’ve never really been a history buff, the period of the dust bowl and the Great Depression have me fascinated lately. Why its on my mind, I don’t know, but I find myself thinking of the survivors of this period more and more. I search their pictures and witness their struggles. Travel with me, for only a moment, to a time of grave hardships.
I’m sure you’ve seen this famous picture. But did you know this mother of seven is reported to be only 32 years old?
This mother is 18.
A school in Alabama.
A dust storm in Oklahoma.
A line of unemployed at a soup kitchen.
A man and his horse.
A squatter at her shack in Arkansas.
These pictures humble me. And in a way they frighten me. If history were to repeat itself, could this be me? Could this be you? I sometimes wonder why I was chosen to be so fortunate.
Alot of the people who are old enough to remember this time of suffering are no longer with us. I think we should cherish the stories of the ones who are.
(photos courtesy of http://history1900s.about.com)