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These are wonderful photos, very telling of the times.
My paternal grandparents were married in 1931 in the dust bowl that was Oklahoma. I don't know how they survived. She was just 17 and he was 25 and he only had a 6th grade education.
My Mom's family were farmers and therefore pretty well off. Grandpa had been in the war (Spanish American) and therefore received a pension. They tell of other folks that came around and asked if they could pick the dandelions for food. Hard times just make stronger more appreciative folks. Maybe this is happening for a reason to remind us of how much we really do have.
Powerful photos! I enjoyed them very much.
Evocative photos. I'm not old enough to have lived through the 1930s, but I've seen plenty of rural poverty in the South and have had close friends who grew up in that kind of poverty. One of my closest friends grew up on a poor "dirt farm" and was forced by her father to quit school after the sixth grade, so that she could help with the farm work. Her name was Pearl and she died a couple of decades ago. By then, she had had a long, successful career as a housekeeper, her accomplishments admired by all who knew her. I was lucky enough to be one of those people.
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