By: Henry L
Ohio, Grade: 8

June 17, 1933
It's incredibly lonely... All my friends have left to find a place where their families can get jobs. I help my family get by by selling eggs and loaves of bread. I still go fishing, but not as much, for bait I only have crumbs of bread.That's all I can write Mother is calling me, I have to sell eggs and bread because Father will be home soon.