By: Sarah F
New York, Grade: 8

May 1 1931
Dear Diary,
this depression is terrible!So many have lost their jobs.We had to move into a small tent that provides little protection against flying sand
and howling wind.Dirt constantly dusts my hair and clothes.It's hard to find clean drinking water.Dad calls Hoover a fool and baby matthew cries and sister Leonora screams.
Sarah