May 11, 1932
Today I did something I never thought I would have to do. I never imagined being so poor in all my life. I used to have a maid named Sally and have a daily tea time. Now I work on a farm in a place called California. Our town is called Sedona, and we live in a shack we share with 4 other families. There is no privacy, and in fact no bathroom anywhere near our house. The jobs my parents and I do are ones that I wouldn't have asked my worst enemy to do back in Oklahoma.
Today was especially bad. The wind kicked up a dusty cloud that blew into our mouths and it was as black as ebony and tasted like cows. There has been one good thing that has come of this. I no longer care if I'm dirty or clean, and neither does my mother who used to fuss about my dirty fingernails.
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