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I heard the wind rise, and stumbled from my bed, down the stairs, out the front door, into the yard. The night sky kept flashing, lightning danced down on its spindly legs. I sensed it before I knew it was coming. I heard it, smelled it, tasted it. Dust. While Ma and Daddy slept, the dust came, tearing up fields where the winter wheat, set for harvest in June, Stood helpless. I watched the plants, surviving after so much drought and so much wind, I watched them fry, or flatten, It wasn’t until the dust turned toward the house, like a fired locomotive, and I fled, barefoot and breathless, back inside, it wasn’t until the dust hissed against the windows, until it ratcheted the roof, that Daddy awoke. He ran into the storm, his overalls half-hooded over his union suit. “Daddy!” I called. “You can’t stop the dust.” Ma told me to cover the beds, push the scatter rugs against the doors, dampen the rags around the windows. Wiping dust out of everything, she made coffee and biscuits, waiting for Daddy to come in. Sometime after four, rubbing low on her back, Ma sank down into a chair at the kitchen table and covered her face.

I heard the wind rise, and stumbled from my bed, down the stairs, out the front door, into the yard. The night sky kept flashing, lightning danced down

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Page 1: I heard the wind rise, and stumbled from my bed, down the stairs, out the front door, into the yard. The night sky kept flashing, lightning danced down

I heard the wind rise,and stumbled from my bed, down the stairs,out the front door, into the yard.The night sky kept flashing,lightning danced down on its

spindly legs.

I sensed it before I knew it wascoming.I heard it,smelled it, tasted it.Dust.

While Ma and Daddy slept,the dust came,tearing up fields where the winter

wheat,set for harvest in June, Stood helpless.I watched the plants, surviving after so much drought

and so much wind, I watched them fry, or flatten, or blow away, like bits of cast off rags.

It wasn’t until the dust turned toward the house,

like a fired locomotive,and I fled,barefoot and breathless, back inside, it wasn’t until the dust hissed against the windows, until it ratcheted the roof, that Daddy awoke.

He ran into the storm,his overalls half-hooded over his

union suit.“Daddy!” I called. “You can’t stop

the dust.”

Ma told me tocover the beds,push the scatter rugs against the

doors,dampen the rags around the

windows.Wiping dust out of everything,she made coffee and biscuits, waiting for Daddy to come in.

Sometime after four,rubbing low on her back,Ma sank down into a chair at the

kitchen tableand covered her face.

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They thought life was a party…

…but their dreams turned

to dust.

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Here’s the story…

HOW COULD LIFE HAVE CHANGED SO

QUICKLY?

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The Roaring 20s

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The Age of Modernism

"It was an age of miracles, it was an age of art, it was an age of excess, and it was an age of satire.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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CelebritiesBabe Ruth & Ty Cobb

Jack Dempsey

Charles Lindbergh The Spirit of St. Lewis

Al “Scar Face”Capone

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It all changed so quickly…

October 24, 1929

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Here were all these people living in old rusted-out car bodies. ... One family ... [was] living in a piano box. This wasn't just a little section, this was maybe 10 miles wide and

10 miles long. People living in whatever theycould junk together. ..."

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Destruction in the Dust Bowl

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Buried by Dust

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Escaping to

Nowhere

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Is there any hope left?

“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the

soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and

success achieved.”

~Helen Keller